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)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
Wow! Lovely captures…
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Thanks.
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VJ, you captured the young osprey well. I don’t think I have seen one in a still photo. Keith
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Thanks Keith. He didn’t sit still for long – had to do a bit of tailing before catching him unaware.
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Fabulous! You Nailed It! Is that a red-shouldered hawk in the top photo? Looks like it might be large enough to be red-tailed hawk but I couldn’t make out the tail. 🙂
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It’s a red-tailed hawk. They are common here, and not good posers, lol.
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Wow, these are great!!
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Thanks Liz.
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You’re welcome, V.J.
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Awesome shots!
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Thank you!
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What a beauty! 🙂
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Thank
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Magnificent!
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Thank you!
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