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)
Chilly 🙂
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Very!
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These photos are so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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Poor birds…they always seem to make the best of it!
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Amazing really, how they stay warm and survive.
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…and they still sing!
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I didn’t see the cardinal at first! Her orange beak gave her away.
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I wasn’t sure if the birds could get to the feeder with all that snow, but she did.
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She was able to get some food?
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She did, lol. Persistence pays off I guess.
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😀
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