To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No
“Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.”
― W.B. Yeats
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What I’m learning, is that other than identifying with the Nurse, Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Aunt, Friend, all those labels I’ve allowed to define me for my entire life…other than these, I’m still a 13-year-old girl in a 50-something year old body…I’m a work in progress, a survivor, a tender heart, a tough negotiator, a music appreciator, an experimental cook, a peace-keeper, a book lover, a wine taster, an amateur photographer, a problem solver, a family historian, and so much more.
Conservative Libertarian Bohemian Revolutionary is my ‘tagline’, but those who understand me, understand this means: I loathe labels, and remain un-defined.
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peek-a-boo 😉 BobbieZen
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Awww! Don’t you have a peanut Lady? Hehehe
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I C U 😉 Patricia A
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a few, Di Cleverly , but this little rascal prefers to loot from my birdfeeders.
lol
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What a great storytelling image, Bobbie. Looks like he’s just been caught at his/her looting activities!
An, wow… spot on focus those questioning eyes!
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It was kind of a showdown, Darcee McCutcheon ! I think I won, momentarily 😉
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