Filed under Photo-poems
Like the phrase photo poem. Outside my window is a metal sculpture of a dove drinking from a bowl and I have yet to photograph it. At home the doves drink from the dogs’ water bowl and eat up the pellets of remaining dog food.So you can see why I like what you’ve done.
We have a horde of them who come for breakfast and a little family who stay around all day. 🙂
Or, as Peter Sellers might have called it, “Birdy num-num.” 🙂
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Author of novels ELEMENTAL and THE SINKINGS and short fiction collection INHERITED. looking up/looking down is an occasional blog about writing, reading and watching the world...
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