vegetation

Before the final moments of the setting sun, tall grasses and weeds full of seed.
Dance in the summer breeze, like yellow flames in a fire.
Beneath the leaning tree, who's shadow is cast for all to see.
Yet from the warmth there comes a smell, of rotting vegetation,
knocked down to the ground by last week's rain




[please click on photo, you never know you might smell it to]

BLACK CAP

These little birds dart about in the bushes looking for insects .
He looks as if, he's forgot what it was he was going to do and is trying very hard to remember.
Like someone old, who's gone to the shops and can't remember why. [I do it all the time]

[click on photo]

me shy , not I

hello ooow!! I'm on camera . hang on is this my better side , is my hair straight
Oh do hurry its making my legs ache.


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