A single footfall
sent them swirling on a puff
Downy, rusty-tipped
No sign of the breast
they once kept warm, if it was
a breast. Whose was it?
~dkm 223/365
Individuals are Expendable
2 days ago
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
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