
i heard a ruffed grouse drumming,
so i tip-toed toward the sound;
he couldn’t hear me coming,
and this is what i found:
he kept picking up the tempo
in a feverish display,
and reaching a crescendo,
he quit and flew away
–image by ai

i heard a ruffed grouse drumming,
so i tip-toed toward the sound;
he couldn’t hear me coming,
and this is what i found:
he kept picking up the tempo
in a feverish display,
and reaching a crescendo,
he quit and flew away
–image by ai
Beautiful pic and the words not so bad either!
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Thank you! I like to throw a silly one on now and then as relief from the depressing news.
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I know the feeling. I do that now and then myself.
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Lol! Made me smile.
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Thanks, Sandy!
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You bet!
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wonderful illustration and poem !
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Thank you, John!
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What a beautiful rhythm to it!
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Ha, thank you!
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π like I’m at a festival
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it’s a little break from reality–something we sure can use right now. Thanks for reading, Stefan!
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