BECAWSE I CAN
Every so often I feel the urge to express the magic of the Dinosaursian descendents, the Birds.
Okay Okay, so I've done it twice,
here Wholly Crow and here Bird Droppins.
This morning a caw-cawphony overhead really cawght my attention.
I witnessed an amazing scene.
A solitary Owl, beset by dozens, a "murder", of Crows, flew a few feet overhead and sought refuge from it's tormentors in a tree across the street.
I ran into the house to retrieve my camera but ultimately failed to procure a decent shot of the beleaguered, yet wise, old bird.
I was startled yet thankful that this metCAWphorical imagery didn't just "go over-my-head".
Despite my "pun"ishing style, once-in-a-while it's fun to put the TRY in Poetry...innit?