The traveler

Through leaves, some eyes look out

In the forest, I am watched

No threat felt but curiosity

I am the visitor, the traveler

When little cats fly

The days are light when little cats fly and the barking pups jump after…
The birds do a Salsa, the moon smiles coy and the chorus is sung in laughter

Idea 65

At times we’re completely aware that we all live in worlds separate from one another… During these episodes we’re likely less frustrated