Baiting her line with incantationsshe casts her spell… imaginesan ocean of possibilitiesready to nibble at her bidding As if words hold swayand patience, power; believes right intent is lure enoughto reel in destiny, determine fate. (Rewrite of piece formerly entitled ‘Fishing’.Image my own. Perhaps a silly goose?)
Trade you an ‘n’for a ‘v’, I saidto the moonto the sunto the birdat my window All obligedand nowmy lonely dayis lovely,lovely,lovely. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own.)
Service contentmentBe a vessel –giving and receivingCreate ripplesInspireBe presentPush through limitsBe bliss spreadingviral joy (I’ve started a new project: reading through old journals – mostly griping – to find new messages, new poetry.This is my first result. Image my own.)
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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*a
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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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