Languished until 1-30pm yesterday in time for Tesco man. Meanwhile Muse's murmuring crescendo interrupted everything until led by a storm of commands I did not want to stop. This morning I am shapeless torment - awash with orange juice after a sleepless night.
The Barn Owl
White fillets of wing disturbed the air above a corner by the bridleway. From a perching place found on a tree, round face, claw shaped beak, big eyes turned to look at me.
Blurred! Shapeless!
Is that how sand castle's feel after tsunami?
Languished until 1-30pm yesterday in time for Tesco man. Meanwhile Muse's murmuring crescendo interrupted everything until led by a storm of commands I did not want to stop. This morning I am shapeless torment - awash with orange juice after a sleepless night.
The Barn Owl
White fillets of wing disturbed the air above a corner by the bridleway. From a perching place found on a tree, round face, claw shaped beak, big eyes turned to look at me.