a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label sunning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunning. Show all posts

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Unable to Read

Samwise Skink
silently sunned
awaiting the arrival of the Cricket Clan.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Good Fences, Good Dog

I was down in the creek and Bonnie was looking around
She may have even dozed a moment or two
but something got her attention.
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