Wagtail tale
What lies between?
Bird peck paving stone
Mealtime morsel seek within
Whither wagtail flew?
O ~ o ~
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
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Hehehehehe this was so adorable! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
Thats a gorgeous bird picture 📸 The Haiku complement the photo.