Wonderer67
Optimistic nihilist
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- Sep 25, 2020
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Watching The Birds at the...
Blue jays jaying their screeching song
Ivory billed woodpeckers walking straight up and down our cherry tree
Red winged blackbirds, making a supervise February visit,
Delighting my wife
Flacco is my favorite bird, he's a
Eurasian eagle owl - living his best NYC life and
Eating rats - he's the new Rat Czar you know...
Doves, mourning... down on the snow, eating all of the fallen seed
Eagles come occasionally, but not today. They feed on the other birds, sadly
Red breasted Robin, making an early appearance at my birdfeeder
This poem is about the worst thing l've ever written. I thought it would be a lot easier, but I'm just not feeling it.
*I just saw the Flacco the Eurasian Eagle Owl died yesterday. He ran into a building.... RIP Flacco…
Blue jays jaying their screeching song
Ivory billed woodpeckers walking straight up and down our cherry tree
Red winged blackbirds, making a supervise February visit,
Delighting my wife
Flacco is my favorite bird, he's a
Eurasian eagle owl - living his best NYC life and
Eating rats - he's the new Rat Czar you know...
Doves, mourning... down on the snow, eating all of the fallen seed
Eagles come occasionally, but not today. They feed on the other birds, sadly
Red breasted Robin, making an early appearance at my birdfeeder
This poem is about the worst thing l've ever written. I thought it would be a lot easier, but I'm just not feeling it.
*I just saw the Flacco the Eurasian Eagle Owl died yesterday. He ran into a building.... RIP Flacco…