A large branch broken from a tree, some drift wood, a curved metal wreath planter for fun. Plenty to chew and plenty to climb. They were becoming more daring and more curious and we had to fill their attention with something other than us, plus the idea of them taking over the entire bathroom was a small nightmare of mine.
The balance between beauty and danger. The sun shining down over a dewy lush green field surrounded by grand trees. The sun is almost blinding in its brightness. Mesmerized by its natural euphoria. A step forward. A step closer. Out in the open space. But to be here is to be accepting death. Death of … Continue reading Poem: Beauty in Danger