when we try
every morning
to cross the
rocky way,
the beasts come without warning–
searching for their prey
photo by me
in the headlights (shadorma)
when we try
every morning
to cross the
rocky way,
the beasts come without warning–
searching for their prey
photo by me
michaeljordahl 
I absolutely love that photo…
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oops, wrong place
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Thank you, Grace. I saw that out my window and jumped out of bed!
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Stunning shot!
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Thank you!
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I love this poem. Fits that almost sinister photo.
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Thank you much!
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