I will sit here
with a handful of feathers…
ready to paint the sky,
try
to grow a turtle shell,
line by line by
line,
wander
through wisps of strips looking for lettuces
and in a blink of an eye-
litter grasses with leaves from places I’ve been…
I suppose those who picnic nearby
may say
what a very ordinary extraordinary tortoise
or then again,
they may not,
but that doesn’t really change anything does it?
imprints are still left
on feathers..
Wonderfully whimsical!
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Hello Orville:)… glad you think so?… any snowmen yet?
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Not to my knowledge, but I’ve not been outside for three days, I’ve injured one of my legs and its difficult standing i’m trying to avoid walking as much as i can.
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:(… oh my!
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Exactly ouch!
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🙂
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beautiful Kay. xox
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:)… thanks so much:)
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