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The one the got away


The birds flitting about at the zoo fascinated me as much as the exotic animals. I tried to get a good close shot when one jumped up on the Rhino's fence but I was a bit slow as usual but rather liked the shot anyway.

Musing:
By Emily Dickinson
"She sights a Bird - she chuckles -
She flattens - then she crawls -
She runs without the look of feet -
Her eyes increase to Balls -
Her Jaws stir - twitching - hungry -
Her Teeth can hardly stand -
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first -
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening -
You almost bathed your Tongue -
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes -
And fled with every one -"

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  1. Oh! Such a beautiful shot!

    I hope you don't mind my adding links to both your journals to my blogroll? We certainly do seem to share similar interests :-)

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  2. That's a good one Joan. I love to see the feathers just at the start of their legs - thanks for including the link to this post in your comment :D)

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