Snuggling
in a
cacoon of
complacent,
warm
and
secure.
seeking
answers,
answers
to
the
riddle
of
life.
storing
them
in a
cache
for the
future.
finding
solace
in the
search,
beyond
this
rehlm
of
tears.
at
last a
secret
haven
emerges.
a haven
which
no man
can
touch.
(c) copyright heather burns