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Yes, the squirrel is sweet, but my heart belongs to the duck butt.
"Shine on, shine onharvest moon," my fathersang while courting my mother.A cloud veiled that moon.During its transit, Iwas conceived, soconceive of that moonshining down on Fats while he's singingthe next verses: "I ain'thad nolovin' since. . ."yet rather thancomplaint,a boast. A moonmeets a cloud & unable to digest itsstory conceivesof you, reader,photographer,beloved
You make me laugh, Altadenahiker. The duck butt is cute, isn't it?Anon, what a lovely poem! Thank you.
Gorgeous nature shots, Ms.M. … even the spider.Who can resist a duck butt? The squirrel looks as if he's about to leap on me and steal my lunch. Those things gang up and mug tourists in St.James's Park.
Thank you, Dive. I'm rather arachophobic, but I can move past it enough to take a photo (at a safe distance, of course) -- unless it's one of those hairy, leaping kind of spiders.The duck butt has been popular; I wonder if it's those orange feet? And altho this squirrel looks endearing, I know they create squirrel gangs that terrorize bird feeders and mug outdoor picnickers.
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