The Mystery of Friendship

Soft Furry Body

Allowing me to be Fully Myself

I feel your heartbeat

It matches my Own...

Human Perceptions... Expectations

Often Blocking Passage to Authenticity.

Not so through Creature's Eyes

Harmony Resounds

Grateful

for 

Living Souls Who Match My Own. 

Mystery of Friendship - Annie

Seymour's Attitude

Seymour

Seymour was a surly fellow
who could never quite get past being a part of the whole.
The village constructed the notion
that his wings were
addled
and this compromised his attitude...
Perhaps it was so.
He took to opening bottle caps on the pop
at the local grocer, drinking small amounts, replacing the lid,
and sneaking out.
He hoped someday to get caught.