Don't Drink Bees

Pine needles tickling the air, reaching out on a breeze and touching a face. Blindly groping. - Who are you wandering about on my homeland, in my family grove? Welcome. Hushed whispers. What is it? I feel you tread upon my branches, lightly. I have no… more »

Feathered Cousins Once Removed Blue Sophisticated Wild Heron Shares the far end of a pond with A gathering of Canadian geese Feathered brothers But they splash They squawk For no apparent purpose And When humans approach Th… more »