Sky flat & dim like a 30 watt bulb.
10 000 little birds hidden in the green hedge out back chirp & cry & clamour for more life.
Broken & shattered ice on the puddles along the way.
Little red teardrop-shaped berries still cling to the the dry stalks of their mother-bush.
Nine (9) crows fly in a strange pattern in a northwest direction.
Monday
Friday
Tuesday
Monday
Sunday
Big black crow drinking from a puddle in the alley out back.
Sunlight twinkling like little bells off the surface of the slow river.
Wind whispering its way through the long mottled grass.
Bolts of yellow leaves still clinging to the bare trees triumphant in the November sun.
Two chinchillas snuggled together like lovers or brothers or both.
Fringed canary singing love songs for my benefit.
Clouds drift leisurely through Sunday's blue sky.
Sunlight twinkling like little bells off the surface of the slow river.
Wind whispering its way through the long mottled grass.
Bolts of yellow leaves still clinging to the bare trees triumphant in the November sun.
Two chinchillas snuggled together like lovers or brothers or both.
Fringed canary singing love songs for my benefit.
Clouds drift leisurely through Sunday's blue sky.
Monday
Double rainbow arching over the whole world almost down by the cold river as the the light turns super-natural before putting itself to bed.
Yellow leaves twitching in the electric light of the setting sun.
A small dog runs up a small hill.
Clusters of red berries remain on a a bare tree.
A black & white run-away cat tears off through the long grass.
Yellow leaves twitching in the electric light of the setting sun.
A small dog runs up a small hill.
Clusters of red berries remain on a a bare tree.
A black & white run-away cat tears off through the long grass.
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