The king of the wild things has left us.
We roar our terrible roars
and gnash our terrible teeth
“oh please don’t go — we’ll eat you up — we love you so”
but he has stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye
and sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day
and into the night of his very own room.
May he find his supper waiting for him.
Let the wild rumpus start.
No two people inspired and directed me more in my work than he and Charles Schulz.
Thank you for being a true wild thing.