Every day, a photograph, a poem. This is the wrong date. I posted yesterday’s poem with today’s date. So… here’s yesterday’s poem. I feel like a turkey when I make mistakes like this— just bobbing along pecking at whatever date comes around. LOL.
Head turn, eyes awareSheri Edwards
Step, step, step just there
Peck, peck, here then there
’Til dusk darkens sunlight’s glare.
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