Some paratrooping spider left his parachute behind
after a dangerous porch landing shortly before dawn.
He will weave another one for his next mission.
Baby Bird
Beak like a gum drop, mouth ever open;
always needing and beseeching.
Baby bird, baby bird,
your worm searching mother is tired.
Forest Frog
Not even your magnificent camouflage
can obscure your vibrant alive-ness.
Heaven Hovers
The red throated hummingbird
sips from the baby foxglove;
drinking in divinity.
Painted Sky
I live in art.
Maxfield Parish
painted my sky.
Two Note Symphony
I admire the bird
who sings a two note song
as if it were a symphony.
Welcome.
Currently the site is under construction.
It will be ‘LIVE‘ on July 1, 2011.
In the mean time enjoy the view.
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