Caged You may stop and stare, but do not pity me. I may be caged, but how are you free? Chained to your desks while I play & preen; You spend half your days glued to a screen. I delight in my prey; I pounce when they sing. Chained to your devices; you jump when… Continue reading Caged
Perhaps I talk to flowers because they don’t talk back. They blossom when I’m kind; wish the world were more like that.
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November’s Sky Meet me under November’s sky, Where you and I are free to fly; Where time and place do not exist; Meet me here; do not ask why. No rules, routines, and not one list, Just you and I; a gentle breeze; We’ll walk the woods where we first kissed. No where to be;… Continue reading November’s Sky