Loeka Wyseure

Personal Work

Digital paintings

Drawings on paper

Poems

Tiny humans, down below

The wind is softly whisteling, blow by blow

The trees are softly swinging

The other birds are singing

Eyes are piercing in my back

A predator, ready to attack

I start my dive

Fear for my life

As I see shelter

Right in front of me

I accelerate,

Pray for my fate

But when I look back

The predator stopped his attack

BANG

I shake my head

The window got me instead

The sparrow