La vida de Annie

By Annie

Through a window*...

... wisdom is often found in the back streets of the city centre.

*missymoo's June challenge.

This reminds me that it's a blipper's birthday today, so have a good day, you old fart. Only kidding - here's a nice poem instead:

A Birthday Poem by Ted Kooser

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

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