The walls grow ever more slippery - steeper, mocking; forcing me back; down into my place among the grime and the rot. But my spirit is spitfire! Ragged and torn as I am, imbued with fierce determination I ascend once more,... Continue Reading →
She sits on the edge Of the raised bed Only a handspan away Challenging cat and human alike To chase, to speak To stare in awe at her audacity Her brown feathers preened And gleaming in the sunlight Streaking through... Continue Reading →
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