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dVerse — quadrille #94 — Mercy

Mercy I see her. If hawks could roar, her voice would echo off the silent trees. Instead redtail's plaintive cries enter my ears without fanfare Even cardinals and doves congregated at the feeder Pay no mind to her whine. Dove's demise comes mid contented coo. WhimsyGizmo (aka De Jackson) is today's host of dVerse.  De… Continue reading dVerse — quadrille #94 — Mercy

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The Wanderer

The Wanderer Springtime season's when the growing Sunshine comes and the soil, it warms Plants and critters pulse with knowing Feed store sells pheasant chicks when born Orphaned, boxed, sold by the dozen Instead of nuts, seeds, berries, corn Protein mash, their distant cousin Lost to nature, tamed and forlorn Ignoring nature's ways and means… Continue reading The Wanderer

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What do you see? #9 Two Against the World

Image Credit: yo Jumba had lived in the forest alone ever since poachers had wiped out her entire herd. Jumba had been asleep on the moss near the stream when the ambush in the meadow occurred or she would have also been killed. Jumba was just old enough to have been weaned or she may… Continue reading What do you see? #9 Two Against the World

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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115 — Unforgettable

penetrating captive bolt gun Jeremy had grown up in a family of meat-eaters. Their belief was that a meal wasn't a real meal unless it included meat. Jeremy questioned it no more than he questioned he put his socks on before putting his tennis shoes on every morning. That was until.... The day started out… Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #115 — Unforgettable

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#MM Saturday Mix — The idea was difficult to swallow.

image link Twenty-five years ago, there was a neighbor kid who had gotten into the habit of pulling up the plants in our garden for fun. We'd tried speaking with the boy's mother, fencing in the yard, employing kindness and reason with him, then yelling and threats. We'd even called the police on the youngster… Continue reading #MM Saturday Mix — The idea was difficult to swallow.

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OctPoWriMo2019 Day 14 — Mother Earth

Patient kin Stand tall until We see we are them And they are us. Gaia Spirals finite, infinite loops Recycled bits, when planted at Death, their roots take for life Even our ashes give new life Mother trees watch their Children, patient kin Love stands tall Until we dare To see. Morgan Dragonwillow (with today's… Continue reading OctPoWriMo2019 Day 14 — Mother Earth

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Thursday Inspiration 24 — Moonstruck

Jax picked up his Mustang convertible from the dealership and decided to take it for a spin out in the desert. He still had his Harley, but not all of the women he dated liked riding everywhere with him on the back of it. There was an hour until sunset. Jax' idea was to watch… Continue reading Thursday Inspiration 24 — Moonstruck

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Doodads — Cherry Point Labyrinth/Mandala

https://youtu.be/weM2umnTEUY This is going to be a long post, with lots of pictures and videos of the labyrinth/mandala I visited yesterday. I call it labyrinth/mandala because it does not meet the criteria of labyrinth that I know of, which is one-way-in-one-way-out, but it does look like a lot of mandalas I have colored. It doesn't… Continue reading Doodads — Cherry Point Labyrinth/Mandala

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Home on the Range

https://youtu.be/n-3Y4rH54nk Rye was a cowboy who had followed in the footsteps of his father and his father before him. The cowboy way of life seemed to be fading for society, but not for Rye. Cattle drives had been replaced by *CAFOs, where the cows lived and died in long buildings, never being given a chance… Continue reading Home on the Range