Her nest is open
to sky and storm. Through the rain
she covers her eggs
Feathers dripping, she
upturns her head to the rain
and never once leaves
~dkm 305/375
Individuals are Expendable
1 day 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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