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Monday, February 16, 2009

glimpsed on the way to somewhere important

the quail, jangling its little bell
runs into the manzanita bushes
rolled up like mossy boulders
against the leggy pines
Posted by castlewon at 7:00 PM

2 comments:

farmlady said...

Quail, manzanita bushes, and mossy boulders? Sounds like you've been up here at my place.

February 17, 2009 at 1:07 PM
castlewon said...

just reminiscing (sigh)

February 17, 2009 at 1:50 PM

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