An Existential Fantasia
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
or, “What am I?” I’m a little bird. They told me so. From the moment light spilled through the cracks in my little shell, And I felt the rush of air […]
The little brown spider hangs high in the tree He grins as he spins, he is spinning for me He falls and he crawls as he carefully weaves Each […]