It Rains.
Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
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Withered leaves and crooked branches, Snow falls in mini avalanches. Undergrowth with paw prints scattered, Mud and rain on tree trunks splattered.
Spring.
#acorn. #acrostic. Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where they belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where the belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.
I am a swan. So elegant and white. Spreading each wing. As i take flight. Lifting up high. Above the ground. Making my wings move. Producing a sound. Each elegant move. As i sore above the sky.
#nightdwellers. It gently glides. Not needing to flap. More than once of twice. A minute. Suddenly. It begins to fly. Upward. Higher, higher. Until it reaches. Such a height. That the air is thin.
The whitewing bat. Is the size of a fifty cent. Piece. Give or take a millimeter. It flies in front. Of the full moon. Hiding. Waiting for a stray moth. To flitter into its path. On the new moon.
Imagine a reserved savanna. The beauty of it all. A little community in nowhere, For animals, big or small. Think of a herd of gray elephants, Nudging each other along.
My name is Ellija and I was 2 months when I died. In the middle of the African savannah in the heart of summer in the highest point of the drought. I was born.
A furry blanket, Smothered in spots, Hidden in the bushes, His mission, he plots. The most beautiful eyes, A deep olive green, And the richest of coats, You've ever seen.
It's cold and still. Outside the back door. Even time seems frozen. By the wintry hoar. Trees weighing heavy. From the frosting they wear. They appear in bloom. Even though they are bare.
splish splash. a noise interrupts me from my reading beside the window. splish splash. i hear the noise again. the sound comes from outside the window.
Penguins, I love you. Black & White, Just as it should be. Know your place, And stay there permanently. Grey & overcast, Raining occasionally. Never complaining, Persevering amazingly.
Springing through the underbrush, Barely grazing the fallen leaves of dwindling summer That have skittered to the ground in the new falling of rain The Doe dances In the bands of evening light That...
#adventchallenge Plump baby robin, Sitting on the branch, Bobbing around, Feathers all blanched. A chest of crimson, A back of chestnut brown, An innocent little face, Wearing a frosty crown.
Dazzling, diamond snowflakes decorate soaring, emerald trees. Glistening, ivory snow carpets the hostile earth. Ancient, twinkling constellations shine with golden light through the onyx night.
I am holding my breath in a bubble of air from a narwhal, surfacing in the arctic ice. I am within the mind of a hive of bees, protecting my African queen, in Zambia.
My cat is my daughters cat She went to collage and I got the cat The cat has a tough life Got her when she was a kitten She was in a home of over two hundred cats She moved from IL to AZ to MD To AK...
Farkle was a small bullfrog that lived under mushroom #223 at maple leaf swamp, Belfast Ireland.
#HalloweenParty #Owls The sky is alive, With brilliant spots, Stare straight across, At the million dots. Flying formations, Two to eleven, Another tight loop, Of a trio, then seven.
The clear blue sky was a nice shade of soft blue, with swirling clouds. White doves flew around like on watch Flowers sat together in bunches, waiting to be picked.
Muscles tense as golden paws lift,. Large, but silent, beat as the sand shifts,. Mane wafts in the light breeze,. Across the savanna with effortless ease,. Eyes, luminescent, amber lure,.
It all happens, From a tiny spark, When it starts to climb, The tree bark. When the leaves are dry, And it gets too hot, And rain. I think not.