Manchester, 8th May 2018
For some its a time, to say
Look at me
As the peacocks and peahens , strut their stuff
Until the departure of jack frost, they were quite – “Reserved”
Now they fluff their feathers, on the Northern shore
Till their preening catches a prospective mates eye
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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