Parlor Scouts

the parlor scouts sound as if you happened upon an ill-lit tavern of gnomes in the black forest. the songs are fragile with fangs. blooming with deer, ink spots, and blood...like church bells of nostalgia ringing for an unknown home. well-loved by all who keep the attic lights on prancing to music well after midnight. the old-fashioned roll down a hill of sour clover in summer.