The Fifth Day
There were few benefits being dead. It was something Reynard learned on his fifth day being dead, and he hated each part of it. The fox stepped through the oak doors of the museum, before observing the statue of a wolf he wasn't familiar with. Part of...
Ready for a new life (Drone poem)
Ready for a new life? We're glad to hear! Just step right through and we'll show you the way. Let the heavy binaurals fill your ear; Focus on the words from The Master. Just keep your eyes focused on the spirals, Black and white, like the...
The Strawberry Thief
The Strawberry thief Once again summer has arrived, The air was thick with pollen and insect cries. Perching on the fence, I spread my wings, Bathing myself in the sun's warm rays. I do this for minutes, hours, possibly more, Waiting...