one step to change

A cat and mouse tale. The hunter becomes the hunted. Twitching with anxiety, yearn and mate, the cat reflects a sudden brake. What do we think this is? 2 folks with uncommon ideas become a unit of hope. The hope so fragile and might, torn and gone with the thinnest wind.

And my dear hopeful lies not within, but trails that wind. Craving and hunger becoming so stale. Is that the vision? Depicting the tender bond on others? Battered and beaten like a seasoned player? Will hope be there once more? I do hope, that hope will come, with faith and trusting.

Though, dear one, one does good repays none the same for one who does damp things. An angel battered will paint a world of bliss, only when she's given. While the red one paints pleasure, all so miserable not to with held.

We don't know.