We see the neon owls and the painted skulls on the mantle and we wonder of the meaning. The owls is always supposed to be wise although they can appear boorish when they pose with a half chewed mouse hanging out of their mouth. Hunger is hunger and survival is a virtue unto itself
An owl with green eyes
respite among the dead skulls
luminated night
And we can just wonder about the skulls and who painted them into spectral gallery of day-glo colors. The macabre among us sometimes have surreal humor. The colors will hypnotize, entrance and beleaguer us into a slow submission.
Night life in Philly
bars hiding under the El
we stop for a drink