Is it selfishthis chosen solitude?How I treasure silence,stillness baiting my muse And is it my calmthat attracts chaos?The sorrow of otherslanding on my doorstep What if I rejected pleas,locked out the troubles?How long can I sustainpeace until need answers? (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Does illness have a voice,and if so; is it melancholy,or dark and dank, divulgingdeepest despair, or revealinga vileness of nature? Discord creeps along my veins,disrupts muscles, systems failingunder the oppression –“Stay strong,” friends counsel,cannot hear the gathering storm,feel the heaviness cloaking me. I am not myself, but then;who am I? Is disease a mutationof the […]
Discharge the gun –protection a vesselthrough which our depthsare undefined…adrift Fear is a burrowerwears a false crownbirths losstrusts danger Hearts beg,amid this trigger-readinessfor a guardian – unafraidto court this meaningless Futility unchecked –to study productive optionsunimaginable in the current state of chaos on repeat. (Art my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
A happy neighbor!
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The best!
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Mr. Finch looks to be sweet little fellow.
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I think this is a young’un. Very sweet.
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I think you’re right. His coloring looks a little muted.
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Great expression!
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Isn’t it! She’s saying: Did you put this here, human?
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Exactly! 🙂
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Bird cafe 😃sounds interesting…
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Lol. Hubby is setting up an array of feeders.
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😃
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Adorable! 🙂
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Thanks.
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The Finch will be happy. A wonderful last photo VJ 🙂 thanks for joining in
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Definitely a happy finch and friends.
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