In this hate filled World,
That we live in.
Is offset with a kindness,
That comes from within.
The act of caring for
A stray dog or cat,
Tells me of the love
For animals,
Is where it's at.

Must I be the way I am?
Can I change my being?
Must I walk this road alone?
Going through life, not seeing?

The fire has died now,
burning all the logs
into embers.
Crackling of wood,
cooling,
echoes through the room,
while noises of the
dishwasher, cycling,
increasing intensity,
drowning out my memories.

A single, lonely Moth
flits to the flickering flame
Gone