Peering through the leaves
Found them looking back at me
But shadows use no words
Their callings bore by the worlds
You caught it again
Didn’t think it would stick to your hand
But who says you get to choose
When you win or lose
Keeping one shoe tied
And the other one loose
Never know when you might get bored
Tripping over your (holes)
What do you think about
when your’re looking below?
Do you think of your mother?
Or back at your childhood foes?
Spent the day at the Zaleski household. A single mom with four grown sons. And two pet ducks and a pair of guinea pigs too. They are trying to incubate some of the duck eggs and today as the oldest son was tending to them, he accidently cracked one. The dispute was whether to cut her off from whatever she was attached to on the inside of the shell, or just leave her in the incubator the way she was. They should have gone with the first choice. Baby duck burials don’t give one peace of mind.
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