A (Modified)Love Poem
I yearn for nature. That's just the way it is. My soul demands it, like the lungs demand air. I desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post, I must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer. I burn for hollow...
Make-Believe
_Listen__ well little Toby, this tale has been passed down by The People since times long forgotten, listen to the story of A-River-Between, the first of his Kind, the first to hear Their Voice, and the first to share Their Wisdom. Long ago back when...
A Short Play Oft Rehearsed
_The two furs are getting ready for bed after a busy day. In the bedroom glare from the street light shines through the blinds, bathing the queen-sized bed in a dim glow. They crawled under the pile of warm, fuzzy blankets and...