Becoming Human
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- Written October 2025
What once was shimmering steel,
Glowing in sunlight, wings shading:
Safe and secure in uncertain days,
Though shrouded in a mystical past
The comfort of a presence assured,
Incarnate in flesh and blood.
While deep down she swims against the tide
Flippers, not wings keep her going
As she too searches for safety in a hostile world
Where consumptive forces devour,
Voraciously using up what should be shared,
So, we tickle her back and she rolls over
Saying: more please, that's all I need.
October 2025
Painting the Angel of the North and a turtle.