Defying Gravity (Sketch)

...For the days when you wish you could fly...

Armadillos & Greyscale Photos.

ARMADILLO.

They sit, contented, and watch with mere-
Passing interest,
How intriguing! The sourceless rush of
Wishes and wants. As he

Snuffles over the dry leaves,
-As crackling parchment- and faded
Dreams.
Soft nose, flared, most and warm; he caresses.

The searching Armadillo, passing over
Them- inviting, his touch.
So met, only with mild curiosity,
And the wide-eyed acceptance, of they-

The Innocent. Pure of the wants-
The poison of wishes ungranted. And curious,
They touch. Ah, the rough skin –so perplexing-
A corrugated shield. Incomprehensible, the

Plated armour- of a grizzled Veteran.
Poor Armadillo,
Scarred. For there will always be chinks in armour-
The sly dig ‘tween overlapping plates.

Puzzled are they, by the Armadillo, so gentle,
They do not understand ‘scar’.
They, untouched, watch all bemused, as we-
With our dreams, yearn.

The Armadillo, he sleeps between them,
-In quiet contentment- at peace;
As we too watch -in passing interest-, but with
Envy.


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Angels...

Happy Valentines day, my Angel...

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The Backwards-People (sketch)

This was a scribble from a while ago that I scanned in recently to do some clip-art with... like most of this stuff, it's posted here on little more than a whim.
Backwards but happy;

Leah Mae (: