Outside

Inside, outside.  What does it

matter?

Lots.

Outside is interesting.  Birds are

always outside, have really

no roof over their heads, sit

on branches all night long,

balancing, and waiting for

the sun to rise.

The other animals out in the

wild prefer it there, is my bet.

It’s cold or warm–but they

adjust.  Nature provides all

their needs.

I like to see what moves

and what doesn’t outdoors.

More movement than

kicking back–but you

find both.  Animals

usually take off when

you come by.  Their

instincts tell them to

play it safe if they’re not

sure of you.

Inside has none of

this mystery & semi-

drama–just 4 walls

mostly.

I like outside.  Humans

are softer these days.

Their bodies hardly ever get out

just to experience such wonders.

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