the baby snake ate
the worm.
they were almost the same size,
now one was inside the other,
like an arm inside a sleeve.
we can not judge.
we are all food,
if only food for thought.
the baby snake ate
the worm.
they were almost the same size,
now one was inside the other,
like an arm inside a sleeve.
we can not judge.
we are all food,
if only food for thought.
The hero rescues the cardinal,
and my heart at the same time.
we all need daily salvations,
more than we need near death experiences!
feet on grass,
feet on wood,
feet on cement,
feet on paper –
feet on sofa,
head on lap,
paws in my heart..
teaching me to stay grounded,
we learn to walk together.
i call the directions every morning.
somedays they call me.
sshswhish
by my shoulder –
tells me
it is time
to
fly.
* as they have no need for written language, all spellings are interpretive…..and all meanings imaginative — which never-the-less does not negate their truth.
in the bin, a face peers out –
hoping for some cans of beans,
perhaps some more cat food tins, if you please –
i am not some kind of rat –
but what if i was-
be kind with that
Don’t make a fuss!
be kind to each and all of us!