Twitchy…
The only word for how Emil felt as he watched two mourning doves flutter down to peck at fresh seed on the sidewalk.
Twitchy,
and his mouth watered.
It was only a minute before he had been so bored watching his human shovel the walks clear of this snow.
rJo Herman 12/26/14
“Enter when you will, take what you need, leave something of yourself when you go” I have a friend I met over a bottle of scotch in a Brandywine Valley bed & breakfast some odd years ago who travels constantly and widely, sending me bits and pieces of the world as he goes. Each picture […]
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