There are little diamonds between me and everything else. I press my nose to one of them. It is the closest I get to being out there.
There are little diamonds between me and everything else. I press my nose to one of them. It is the closest I get to being out there.My nose fits right up against the metal and stops. I did not think it would stop. But most things stop me, so I am used to it.Someone can see me through the holes if they look. I stay where the light comes through, in case they do.My tongue is out and touching the grate. I am not sure why. It seemed like the thing to do with a mouth this close to something.This is where they put me and this is where I stayed. The gate is not far from my face. Neither of us is going anywhere, and that is fine.
