I love meeting new friends.
Like the ones I met on my walk this morning around the ‘hood.
Benny the Bunny was first. He had the darkest brown eyes and he was the best model ever, never twitching a whisker.
I heard Lewis, long before I spotted him. The politest fellow you’d ever want to meet, and myohmy, could he ever SING!
And ahhh… Miss Henrietta. She had the softest feathers that gleamed in the sun, and a coo that made your ears feel like they’d just been caressed. Roger the Rabbit brought up the rear. A comical little fellow, he was. And I didn’t get a picture of it but he had THE cutest, fluffiest cottony tail I’ve ever seen in my life!
I sure hope I see them all again soon.
I’ve always said that a person is rich, as long as they have good friends. 😉
The new day dawns.
Stretching out before us with a fresh chance to step forward and make of it what we will.
I met the prettiest little mourning dove last evening.
Perched high up on a telephone wire, she looked unusually worried.
For a mourning dove, that is.
“Just tell me one thing,” she called down to me as she struck a pose.
Just as she is.
Power line, or no lower line.