Bella-The-Goat

every day they look themself in the mirror. i should be better. nobody tells them they're great. nobody cares to tell them how amazing they are. they fall asleep crying. they plaster a fake smile in the day. always. happy.

There goes Mr. Wilson birdwatching right on time, 9:34 AM. Magnolia waves their branches at him, but of course he doesn’t wave back. That’s how humans are, after all. I wish I didn’t have so many squirrels running about.

They show me their phones, little boxes with even tinier little boxes that you press on and it fills up the big box. My girl taps one of the tiny boxes, it's purple and white and orange and she calls it in-sta-gram.

I drum

beating the small snare with my power

I may be small

but I am the loudest in the band

the base is thunder crashing

the snare is the rain slamming to the earth

We think of LA as loud and vibrant

You hear cars driving by 

In a place of innocence