Nature's Place

An Other Life …

Waiting in the darkness to come.

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She was in the way of my walking.

So up on my stick she did go.

To find a new home for her stalking.

gardeners of an other kind, the web weaving kind.

Strung across the open spaces in the garden, orb weavers work.

To catch a meal on the wind, best caught out in the open, unencumbered by the green.

Down long tunnels of dark space through which many small creatures pass.

Night time, quiet time, death time. Influence cast afar.

In stillness, in the cold light of the full moon.

The stars stopped twinkling.

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This post was scheduled days in advance so I was ready for a house sit on Thursday prior.

Something that was right, not wanted – a small discipline of self, you could say.

Turns out the old dogs are glad for a walk, as long as we avoid the bindi lawn.

The horses love a bit of fruit from a hand, though not all of the four are friendly.

There’s a gym, of sorts, so I can maintain my recently added exercise form.

And the area is dry and cold, so that fits too, to help keep mind in its place.

There’s also a place where little ones go, an old industrial dam …

Just follow the birds and there be the fruits.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look

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