Tag Archives: bird

baby dragons

there are baby dragons everywhere, but we call them anoles. Dragons fly thru the air; but tell yourself it’s only a hawk, with a snake in her talons. (only a hawk flying with a snake?!) Dragon flies  butter too – … Continue reading

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horaltic?

horaltic pose? not today, the sun is in. in my gentle nature, i wait to smell my dinner –  i am no chef or butcher yet you are filled with foreboding when you see me. My coat of arms is … Continue reading

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Appetizers

Stop calling me  some bone picker! I am cleaning up your mess…. we all have jobs. we are needed, look out for actions that help our world. but really, we’re just having dinner.

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Gifts

Gifts from a yellow bird put a song in my heart.

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Full carts

Shopping is for the birds.  What does it matter if your cart is full or empty? It has wheels, and crumbs!

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Cross the road!

You may think you have no egrets, but then one swoops across your path. Somedays it doesn’t matter why you cross the road, as long as you let your regrets take flight. Travel lightly.

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wisdom

infinity becomes more tangible with age eternity? whooo knows.

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Leaf and feather

he saw a leaf just out of reach, green, red, and amber. a gust of wind blew it down, the Tree of Life in his hand. growth and release. a feather flew down from above. (all is love.)

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The step after fledging

A young crow sits in the entangled branches of the ancient tree. Waiting (not to commit to a murder) to join a flock of fine feathered friends and fly to freedoms. ( we all need many ways to be free)

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An Ostentatious Gaggle

“What do they mean ‘murder of crows’?”  “Are we not as ostentatious as peacocks?” “Have we not the charm of finches?” HUSH! or you will soon be as gaggling as geese. What others label you says more about them, than … Continue reading

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