It’s possible that:
there’s a lovely day behind those grey clouds;
a shy snout is stifled by the bravado of snarling;
a fur ball gets lost in a rash flash of razor sharp claw;
a heart of gold brims in abundance beneath the bitch face;
a grim mind indeed lurks like a wolf within that bloke’s smile
It’s possible if:
one is to take the world as it is
and never judge a book by its cover

Header image: Composition IX, Vassily Kandinsky, 1936.

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