run one. just one. and when you’re
done, may
………..-be
run another one. perhaps a
half. another step. another breath.
another sidewalk slap-hum,
another strum of heart,
another start
another way of leaving,
believing,
grieving,
receiving sunrise hope
………by
…{quail}
…………..{snail}
mail.
..
Twiglets #76, after an encounter with some baby quail this morning.
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love the photos and the words
Lovely poem, De. Love the photos!
Your lovely quail remind me of the pheasants that used to roam my back yard.
While the pheasant are mostly gone – due to an avian flu… I do have other birds to entertain me 😉
I wonder what messages those worms bring to the nest? 🙂
Careful where you run. I just walk… I suppose I need to be careful where I walk too – since the geese and their goslings like to eat my yards’ grass!
amazing 😉