Petals:I’ve counted thempressed thempreserved them Dropsof sentimentprescientpretenders Trivialpursuits of passiongaming for lovechildish ploys Petalsfickle as the seasonselusive as joytoo soon expended. (For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: petals. Image my own.)
It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Even the shy night heron, how delightful to see.
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Beautiful detail and texture in the mallard shot.
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Thanks Patti
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I had no idea there were night herons…so much yet to learn, eh? 🙂
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A bird I discovered in Texas. There is a yellow-crowned (pictured) and a black-crowned.
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Very nice!
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Oh that heron is a wonderful photo. Thanks V.J 😀
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So decent of him to pose for me, eyes open, considering his natural propensity to be nocturnal.
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