Shall we pass, with pigeons, through ice laced liquid seeming air, around a pond approached more often many moons ago, and permit the life around, upon, and within it, to paint us more memories?
Beige brown Egyptian Geese gather grandly.(Even the black rings round their eyes seem somehow royally resplendent.)
Do the Ducks dream? We may, of them, soon.
Might the crows later toss memories of these moments into imagined air , like sticks, or remains from the crueller consequences of the struggle for survival?
Are we hallucinating the hypnotic ripple in the water, broken by hints of silver scales?
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Not at all mate thanks for the heads up.)
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Didn't add a word in the end but hope two commas stop it feeling as if one's missing. :-)
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
I tweaked it some more while you were typing. :-)
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Thanks Drew. Lucky to live and work near inspiring commons. :-)