The sky swung on streams of light and dark Reflected in quickly moving smashed glass Sticking into tumbling tree limbs The rumbling of thunder Blowing up hope. There was no escape. The wild winds whipping through cluttered streets Blowing away… Read More ›
The Heather and the Heathen
Moors, waterfalls, thistles Mountains spiked with pine trees In clusters, a verdant floor home To many, too small to see, Or too large to approach with Threats unknown In the Scottish wild. It is here where once I could walk… Read More ›
Having rough wind and rain here in Florida. Heard some desperate croaking and found this little beauty with a baby omits back hanging on for dear life.
Buddy with no Name
My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
Red foxes are the most common species on earth.