The Overfilled Cage

Its a book which contains my poems on love, life, sorrow, grief.

Simon liked to think it was some long-forgotten animal instinct. The way a dog could sense the difference between an animal lover and an animal abuser. The way elk always seemed to know when to bolt, leaving only seconds and inches to spare between them and the hunter’s bullet. Either way, though, the ending was always inevitable. And he was patient.