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The Pigeons & the Bridge

The Pigeons & the Bridge

the old bridge sits atop the lazy Susquehanna a crown of history with thorns burned, broken and rusty so rough and so worn but alas some bumbling birds have made it their home ineloquent, florescent gray doddlers they are the burned ties the perfect place to strut flirt and roam

Too Many Bunnies

Too Many Bunnies

I thought I might write about the midnight sky or the moon as I strolled through the warm streets with the golden one thinking, thinking my pensive peacefulness was broken (it often is with her I have learned to comply with this) but tonight too much too many bunnies little silhouettes in the street on … Continue reading