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Inside Observation. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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What say you crow? Snatching morsels 'midst natures beauty perfect. Sweet tangy scent of midseason, bears you high. You've watched as the cuckoo carefully conceals her secrets in nests, none of her own making. Out of sight, high up, you witnessed the fox feeding on young rabbits, coming to earth to pick bones and peck eyes. Seen days of sun and cloud, rain and mist, dew and fog, season merged upon season. What tales you could tell, if only you could utter words, but raucus clamour is the curse to keep your secrets. ''As the deer pants for steams of water, so my soul pants for you O God'' |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
enjoyed the perch view, Phil, and this is the egg my meandering mind laid: mindful, of the raucous ravens ranting in nearby tree; they mercilessly screeched messages at me; notes landing with a thud upon ears tuned in differently a wider range of frequency is on my shopping list I spread my wings, await my shopping spree from my perch in yonder tree which nested me  LOLPhil, does this cracked egghead ramble of mine make any sense, or am I barking up the wrong tree? I am such a humpty dumpty some days. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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It makes sense to me Kacy, i think i may have begun the thread of thought with wishing crows could talk?..Anything after that fits snuggly..LOL..Thank you.. Goldenrose. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Their black eyes gleaning, voices screaming...yes, they know the seasons well. Enjoyed this, Goldenrose! |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Martie thank you for your reply..glad you enjoyed..wrote it while walking today among tress and silent wind hushes.. Goldenrose. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
caw caw caw and then she laughed at the absurdity of it all to mimic the call, without the ability to fly above it all |
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