There's a wee bit of magic under the drippy, chirpy canopy. The needle and moss carpet hushes the residents' parley; muffled and hidden. Lookee, under the fungus, is it the red squirrel? I know the Little Folk, they fancy playing "I'm a stick" lest you stand still and peer, just the proper way; out of the side of the eye.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Art journal 10
There's a wee bit of magic under the drippy, chirpy canopy. The needle and moss carpet hushes the residents' parley; muffled and hidden. Lookee, under the fungus, is it the red squirrel? I know the Little Folk, they fancy playing "I'm a stick" lest you stand still and peer, just the proper way; out of the side of the eye.
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