
Twilight

Discovered at dawn
Acronymphomania
Scratched in the beach sand


It’s like the cranes are in a sauna when it’s a devilishly cold -6.66º C (20º F) outside.




Glenda, Silver and Sasha by Laurie.



…just a plain poem
Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees
Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?
Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way
Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces
Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?
Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?
Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush
Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought
Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free














Dusk






Night Sky


Spunk Art @ 5:00 AM

Mysty dawn


Coyote was doing a weird stretch this morning
We may have awakened him


That felt good!

The cranes are collecting



Silver trying to teach an early morning cat class.
Silver gave up on the cat class, and gave into the summoning sunrise.

Almost sunset

Jake: “Ah, hmm! Hey, paparazzo, when are we going back inside so you can feed me?”