Life in seventeen syllables
Very nice!Happy Hogmanay.
And the same to you Nancy. May all your dreams come to fruition this year.
Love the Black bird. Thanks for the poem.
Cjerley, I swear that bird knew I was taking pictures for he just kept posing for me. He was also talking most of the time. I love it when that happens.
The crow attracted me. A boy in my book The Summer of the Crow had a pet crow, so I had to do crow research. What a remarkable bird!
It was amazing. The crow was talking to another across the street and during the photo shoot they did a dance of coming closer and going farther away. It was a great day for photos.