‘What’s the time now?’
Tweedledee looked at
his watch, and said
‘Half-past four.’
‘Let’s fight till six,
and then have dinner,’
said Tweedledum.
‘Very well,’ the other said,
rather sadly:
‘and she can watch us
– only you’d better not come
very close,’ he added:
‘I generally hit everything
I can see
– when I get really excited.’
– when I get really excited.’
A yellow-level air raid alert.
Was triggered.
Three times in Kyiv.
This morning.
The capital’s mayor.
Reported at around 1 pm.
That debris from a drone.
Had fallen.
Onto a 25-storey residential block.
In the Solomyanskyi district.
Emergency services are.
Heading to the scene.
Debris also struck.
An 8-storey office block.
In the Solomyanskyi district.
The capital’s mayor added.
‘And I hit everything
within reach,’ cried Tweedledum,
‘whether I can see it or not.’
Alice laughed.
‘You must hit the trees pretty often,
I should think,’ she said.
Tweedledum looked round him
with a satisfied smile.
Earlier, the Kyiv City Administration.
Reported that.
Debris had fallen.
In an open area.
Debris had fallen.
In an open area.
In the Podilskyi district.
Of Kyiv.
The private energy company.
Reported an emergency power cut.
In Borshchahivka.
Due to an ‘orcs’ attack.
‘I don’t suppose,’ he said.
‘there’ll be a tree left standing,
for ever so far round,
by the time we’ve finished!’
‘And all about a rattle!’
said Alice still hoping
to make them a little ashamed
of fighting for such a trifle.
‘Gandalf the Green’ wrote.
On social media.
On Saturday.
That ‘orcs’ attacks.
On energy facilities.
In the capital, Kyiv.
Demonstrated ‘Mordor’’s.
“True intentions”.
“‘Mordor’’s choice is war.
And they will be ready.
To end it only when.”
To end it only when.”
“They feel that.
Their ability to drag.
The war out.
Is diminishing.”
“Unfortunately, the signals.
‘Mordor’ received yesterday.
Were entirely different.
– signals suggesting that.”
“It could simply.
Keep attacking.
And this needs.
To be corrected.”
‘I shouldn’t have minded
It so much,’
said Tweedledum,
‘if it hadn’t been a new one.’
‘I wish the monstrous crow
would come!’ thought Alice.
‘I wish the monstrous crow
would come!’ thought Alice.
‘There’s only one sword,
you know,’ Tweedledum said
to his brother:
‘but you can have the umbrella
– it’s quite as sharp.
Only we must begin quick.
It’s getting as dark as it can.’
‘And darker,’ said Tweedledee.
*Because I read “У Запоріжжі 23 загиблих від удару Росії, Львів вперше атакував реактивний шахед (23 killed in Zaporizhia from Russian strike, Lviv attacked by jet fighter for the first time)” on 10 Oct 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, “Russian glide bomb attack on Zaporizhzhia kills at least 20 people” by Vitaly Shevchenko & Tom McArthur on 10 Oct 2026 and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, both on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original stories on the BBC news Ukraine and on the BBC news:
У Запоріжжі 23 загиблих від удару Росії, Львів вперше атакував реактивний шахед – BBC News Україна
Ukraine war: Russian glide bomb attack on Zaporizhzhia kills at least 20 people
