I had an idea for a piece of art for my living room. I would have to make it.

It’s a darkened room

Hard stone floors

A plastic ball is in the floor 

Not a beach ball 

Green and blue striped ball with yellow and red stars on it

It makes me think of childhood and circuses 

A chain hangs with a small brass bell on it

Instead of a light bulb

A strange wooden chair sits alone 

They want to steal from me but I don’t want them to 

They are not entitled to my sketch pads or my things because they have never done enough 

They are not good enough 

I don’t want them burning my house down