The Nicolson Institute: Danielle Macdonald




I look at the life a see in the pool.
An identical twin
mimicing my actions.
How rude...

His black beady eyes
looking at me so innocently.
I laugh at his enormous nose, but he just laughs back at me.

The beast is awfully fat.
A swollen belly bulging infront of him.
His grey coat,
like silk. So soft and fine.

He strokes his cotton ears
in awe of his beauty.
How vain!Enough is enough.
So I pick up my belly and leave.

by Danielle Macdonald