Show or tell? in Gypsy Van

Tonight is truly dark and gloomy...wet dripping trees, mud sucking at my boots, and miserable dank odors drifting ever where. The mare is muddy so she will require a good brushing and hosing her stockings down. The blond mane and double colored tail are splattered and tangled. Thank goodness she is not a Gypsy Vanner with those long manes and thick feathered fetlocks. The pups are finally asleep and Mom is resting inside the rv while the other two dogs keep watch. A yucky night. Yet, Samhain (pronounced so-w-en) is still evident in the candle burning in the dragon. Ah, would I be an old time fortune teller with gaily decorated gypsy van with the crystal ball reflecting the flickering lamps and the Tarot laid to befuddle the gullible. Nay, or would it be the Runes and palmistry?. Hogwash! I have done that in Jackson Square in New Orleans and also a phone psychic. I see what I see as it comes to me, not from these befooling tools but my own inner instinct that we all possess. Life is simple in my little world and I will sleep below a hidden moon with a beautiful black cat that is not my familiar. Blessed be.