
he’s a rebel, defying the rules….doesn’t take orders, definitely old school….

he’s a rebel, defying the rules….doesn’t take orders, definitely old school….

carry each other…one….friends forever…..not the same…love….

sitting peacefuly in the trees….taking turns, snatching seeds….flying sideways, through the sky….needing no reason, never asking why…..

causing no trouble, eating a snack…..watching for rivals, in case they attack…….

three good friends…..true to the end…..flying together, through any weather…..hanging around, where seeds can be found…..

night patrol…..exploring the surroundings…..checking out the situation…avoiding trepidation……
The mule crept slowly, through narrow canyon walls. Preventing any accidents, watching out for falls. Selectively conducting a safe path for retreat. Scanning the horizon, steady on his feet. Gazing towards the sky, the trailsman wondered why. Flashing lighting, thunder booms. The donkey signals, trouble soon…….

birdseed thief…..fast and brief….snatching food….up to no good….mischievous mischief….adventurous misfit…..

running free….at least for now….survived Thanksgiving….holy cow…..watching out….on high alert….we’ll need need Christmas dinner, before dessert…..

ghostly visions, not quite clear….late at night…..under moonlight….proud without fear…..spector of the phantom deer……