Incongruous

Today's and upcoming photos and poems do not have any intended cohesion. A random mix of whatever comes next on the bookshelf and photo order from the last walking tour with the old dinosaur camera.

The little bird 
let out a whistle
from his beak tip
   bright yellow.
He sends the note
across Loch Laig
_a blackbird, a branch
   a mass of yellow.

anonymous 9th century monastic poem