By Scott Bailey © 2014

Black swan gliding
Over serene waters
But still
The reflection looks disturbed

White swan slipping
Over icy lake
Frozen
To the heart

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

By Scott Bailey © 2014

The presence of cages does not reassure
Just confirms that there’s danger inside
So the rules on expenses just confirms the fear
That the vultures are circling once more

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams