pickled tink

pickled tink,
i am...
i think.

in utero

in utero
it seems
sweet dreams,
sweet dreams.

From flower to bug

from flower to bug
From bug to flower
Can you feel the
Inner force of
Your imagination's
Power.

garage eagles en famille

our daily lives
we take not
for granted.
no time for the
luxuries of
self indulgence.

seasonal lions

i am a lion
can you hear
my petals
roar!

the orange and the grey

The orange and the grey and the beauty of sumatra

You are orange
I am gray
we play together
every day
our styles may differ
you like to climb
i like the water
most of the time
we share bananas
you pull my ears
I lower my trunk
So you can hug
Without fear
The time we spend is
in friendship and glee
as we both see it
we are family.

we ask

we ask that which we
need to know
but the whimsical
reawakens our
fancies.