Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
This beautiful boy just hopped casually into the garden, flopped down, spread his wings and luxuriated in the sun. Why wouldn’t you?
Blackbirds at Twilight Calling, indignant, Get out of my space This is my place I perch at the edge The edge of worlds The edge of all things Guarding the boundary I am Druid Dubh But hear me now For you are still For you respect For you listen and understand Try to connect; My angry shout… Continue Reading “Blackbirds at Twilight”