Returning to Perch
I took Don’s advice and flew around the neighborhood and then came back to perch in my tree. I am there on the upper right clump of branches. See me?
As Epic would say, I’m looking a bit squidgy. (Better word than pudgy, don’t you think?)
While flying over Route 495 I thought about Bonnie’s words from Thoreau about the necessity of owls: ” stark twilight, unsatisfied thoughts”.
So, for now, I have flown back to the same dead tree and, instead of blue sky, I bring my blind spot.
This is what it sees today.
If you are very, very quiet, you can hear what a blind spot sounds like. Shhh.
Yep, it’s a multi-media blog here at singleforareason.
©Pat Coakley 2009
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