Slippers
Once fluffy, new...

Behind gilded bars
Freedom is relative...

I know not when it happened
Cannot plot the pivotal point...

One tiny little half-untruth
Spun out one fine spring day...

There are those who look to the heavens
Or rather...

Do not fear me.
A life lived in fear is only half lived...

Fire burns brightly
day and night...

Drifting
To paradise...

Silently anticipating a meal
Softly creeping...

Ocean waves lap the shore
Sun raises a sleepy head...

Lion
Basking...

Silently through the night they creep
Claiming innocents whilst they sleep...