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18.10.13

Lonely sounds....


                                                  ...can be heard in an autumnal forest....
                                                               the bare trees echo..
 
                                                       
                                                       ..  the poem of a crow.....

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                            There is a bird who by his coat,
                                         And by the hoarseness of his note,
                                                              Might be supposed a crow.”
  William Cowper


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2 comments:

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Oh dearest friend,

You know, I love the crows...yesterday on my walk, there was a flock of them, cawing and cackling, and I just stopped to listen and watch. They make me laugh as they stand on the ground and HOP like a bunny across the street. I so wish I knew what they thought. This very first photo of the crow standing there with a little pad and pen, ready to write his poem is so adorable.....it has given me an idea.

I always leave your page having entered into the recesses of my mind, my child-like mind, and my adult mind that never wants to leave this magical world.

Denise said...

Enchanting and so peaceful :)Oh but what is that howl I hear :O