A clown, jester.

in a mocking tone. I mock.
and act like a fool.


Like an ostrich, putting its head in the sand underneath.
Too much rubbish, too much rejection.
Too much assumption.


Tables were unturned, and never overturned.
They were too heavy, too full, too filthy.

The painting had strangely no green,
nor red,
nor black,

it was just white.


And as the lioness looks at the sunsetting horizon every single evening, she wonders about the competition of survival for the next morning.