For Ronovan’s weekly challenge.
Hungry blackbird digs
reining in exuberance
worm quest before song.
A blog by Billy Mills
or a White Other or an Eastern European
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Canadian Zen Haiku canadien ISSN 1705-4508
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offbeat words for you...
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bemused razzle-dazzle
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This one sings with puropse. (Hmmm, it would make a lovely thing to practice calligraphy with)
That’s a fine compliment! Thank you 🙂
Love this! “Worm quest” is so perfect.
Could be snail quest either. Or slug quest. Or generally kick the debris about and look as though you’ve lost something.
Ha! And you just reminded me of how the robins always look so guilty when I startle them in my garden beds.
Robins are probably burying secret treasure.
How interesting. I like your take
Thank you 🙂
You know what they say about the early bird. 😉 Good one!
Thanks 🙂