Inside it's warm, there's a basket of plenty of food. There are blankets and cuddles; Santa comes regularly. It's home, Home, HOME.
Outside it's cold or way too hot and hard and scary, dirty. Homeless. We are forgotten. Looked through, if at all. Death comes wherever we are. Inside & Outside WE are EQUAL.
A wish-me-well swim-away fish//A lock miss-ing the key, but//with a heart for a start//a snake above the scene//with a wither-ing gleam and a hiss//insists lick the imposs-ible//lolli-pop whistle clean.
Color Lines- Black and White and Brown and.... Mixed media, 2018
Humans make a big deal about separating each other according to color lines. Nature doesn't care.
When Darkness Falls, Zombies Call