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)
I love these! I am particularly drawn to the white duck. He is such a pure white accented with his orange beak, it’s as if he came directly from the pages of a children’s picture book.
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That’s what I think too. Hard to tell from the photo but it is actually a goose – like Mother Goose.
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Oh, OK!!
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Excellent pics!
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Thanks.
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Welcome! 😉
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Love the pics.
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Thanks Keith!
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Wonderful pics this week, V.J. The cockatoo on the right spoke to me. He said, “you lookin’ at me?”. Then the one on the left quietly spoke, “Really???” LOL! 🙂
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They were quite the characters. Thanks Lisa.
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I love these! They’re so adorable! Thanks for sharing V.J! 🙂
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Thank you!
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