Tag Archives: Birds

It can be subtle

There is her fret of pout and stare. Off into the early Evening elms, Littered with starlings, Noisily jostling for night warmth. It seems subtle, yet subtle is a tricky Word.  S-U-B-T-L-E: suttle. See? How cleverly hard. Gentle push, indiscernible … Continue reading

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Fish Don’t Have Lungs

Flying low, beneath the lowest clouds is an old bird, Old because he flies slow, more of a glide I suppose, Old wings swing up and down briefly, like gasping Lungs of those fish, but fish don’t have lungs, oh … Continue reading

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