Two birds running swift
Across white-hot burning sand.
May I come with you?
Two Little Birds
A Galaxy of Thoughts and Creativity
Two birds running swift
Across white-hot burning sand.
May I come with you?
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Delightful poem Clare and fabulous photo of the plovers! I can see them doing just that.
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Hi Margaret,
They were so cute to watch. 🙂
Clare
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Ah I recognise ‘those’ two little birds and doesn’t their little scamper across the beach draw you in. Yet so may people walk passed and don’t even notice them 🙂
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They are ever so cute 😀
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Don’t you just love Haiku? I find writing them very relaxing.
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I do Calen,
And sometimes they just jump towards me, quite unexpectedly, and right out of the blue.
Clare
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