Tag: Flying
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Wol
Hanging about on a tree branch really isn’t much fun I’d much rather be swooping about the blue sky in rays of the sun I watch some bugs moving about around the light green leaves they’re chomping on my bedding the greedy little thieves Out of the Sun Away from the light Awaiting the moon […]
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Dont lick a Wasp
#writeclub #wasp Dont lick a wasp a reflection by inky I’ve always preferred Bees to wasps and there’s a very good reason why Bees when they sting – its a last resort they’d much more evade you and fly And while bees try their best to get away The wasp cannot be called “chilled” as […]
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Change
From the rooftops they moved From one to the the other Freely through the morning air and Floating Marshmallow Free as birds are to do as they please – looking for a change of scene
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Point of evaporation
#writeclub a response to a writeclub prompt by inky The heat of the kitchen was the moment The hydrogen twins departed from their oxygen mum And went their own way Flying around the air In an attempt to find their own space
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Fish
#Fowc #Fish Free flowing water is the home to some of the most sensational creatures – helping themselves under sea Flying through the water its an artform in itself – sometimes they sail through the air holding their breath for the briefest of seconds Formation of shoals is a kind of “safety in numbers” Some […]
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Up above
Salford, 11th February 2021 Somethings afoot as the birds are becoming restless leaping off their ceramic perches and flying headlong into the birdbaths of locals gardens occasionally, they’ll land on the turf or trees resting on a branch or two – or even a fence devouring the birdseed someone has left for them #socs #aboveandbeyond
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Robin
#Robin #EuropeanRobin #Redbreast #Bird Salford, 30th May 2020 Returning to the garden after a brief sojourn our friend you find on christmas cards, was found resting on the fence bringing a spot of additional colour to the trees in the garden its possible, he was interested in the wildflower seeds near the little spruce trees […]
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