Taken on my walk during my lunch break on January 31, 2019.
They flaunt their wings and wade in the water during a cold snap–each of them reminded of their fittest survival tactics; no flying to the deep South now.
Tag: One-Liners
One-Lined Poem: Feast or Famine
he feasted on the blood of her swollen heart–
bearing his soul as proof of desire: no one would know
that he killed her.
Sound Advice
