High above it all,
a robin nestles three hatchlings
and one adoptee.
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This title came from a subject line of a post on my neighborhood listserv. The discussion that went along with the post was very technical, about bullistics and whatnot.
ReplyDeleteOn another note entirely, I didn't think I would post this evening; I'm exhausted. I worked the gate at our HS varsity basketball game (we won!), but afterwards I learned one of our seniors was shot this afternoon. So tragic.