Dewy Drops

These grass seeds covered in dew drops live along the fence line 'Where I Live'. They aren't exactly morbid, but when I saw that MORBID was today's word for the May Challenge by Anniemay and MollyMay, being a good Australian, the first thing that sprang to mind were the words from the Slim Dusty song "A Pub With No Beer"

Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
(adapted by Gordon Parsons from a poem by Dan Sheahan)