My mind was focused on two large pine cones
engaged in a race under an iron bridge
determined to reach the other side
in order
to beat the other to the bank
a force of nature willing them on
to reach the end before their friend
if you were wondering who won
of course – it was neither – it was the squirrels
now nibbling on them at the end of the bank
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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