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lol jimbo

Alan Alda wrote:A pair of ravens spoke in guttural code
overhead. And the eagle feather I found
on the trail was the most important
clue of all.

Ah, the title makes sense at the end.

Laurie, I read this poem and thought of our more common magpies, spring has just started and they are already swooping to attack. When I hear their "quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle" in the morning, they could be talking about me. What season is this poem set in?

Let your eaglet fly
dont make me cry
its as plain as the sky.
as sweat as as mothers apple pie....

and fuck the magpies.fecking scavingers

regards jacobi

Blonde Madonna~

It is the beginning of autumn up here in Alaska. But now that you mention it, it could have been a cool spring morning just as easily as a fall one.

Ravens, jays and magpies are all corvids. The smartest birds on the planet. In actuality, the pair of ravens I mentioned were 'my' ravens. I have been feeding a pair on my property (up the hill from this lake) for a couple of years. The last couple of days that I have been walking down by the lake, they have been sort of tagging along, landing in the trees and telephone poles as I walk along, calling attention to themselves. Pretty funny.

Jimbo. oKaY. thanks for commenting. Aren't we all fucking scavengers??

cheers,
Laurie

one for sorow two fo joy
united hearts ttwice the strength
in.their rags of lite.

short and sweet jus like youself.......

goodbye jimbo

Jimbo. Sometimes taking a couple of deep breathes can change the world.

L