Moon, steeple and robin sitting on a relic from a television past.
The robin is new. No robins sat there last year. A cardinal, yes, blue jays, yes, the American kestrel to eat his dinner, the mocking birds to bombard him, a clatter of starlings.
But now we have the robin every late dusk, singing and singing and singing.
Oh how lovely - a robin up there, doing its magic. Lucky you - I'm sure the day went well - a good luck Robin
ReplyDeleteYou are right. It was most definitely a good moon weekend.
ReplyDeleteYour posts are poetry for the soul. Thank you.
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