Blinking Lights

Look at those beautiful ones on that old house!” I’ve never seen them before, maybe the old lady had died. One of the children that walked in a group of four pointed out as they walked around the small village looking at the Christmas lights on different houses. “No she did not, I saw her…

For the wild

This is not what you know, I am not what you have heard me to be I came here to be free like you Nothing of being bloodthirsty. Longing for friendly company The ones who can feel me, feel and know my heart Know that no savage I am Simply, a strong work of art.…