Tag Archives: #Human

My human …

My human …

gives me food.

My human ….

gives me water.

My human …

gives me love …

and protection …

and a place to stay …

and so much more.

If your human

doesn’t give you all these things …

then they darn well oughta!

The Race

The Race

People like you.

No, really, people like you…

are hard to fathom.

six feet.

Tall.

Un-yous-you-all.

And different;

not the same;

unique;

more unique (if there was such a state of being);

one in a million (or seven and a half billion and counting)

amounting to all that you are.

A star…

ting pistol goes off and we watch the human race

from afar,

or near,

depending upon the weather

and whether

we are here

or there.

Take care.