In song to the moon
at end of day
the lyrics rising
What fools, what fools
these mortals be!
OK, dear reader, not all. Not all.
Thanks to Shakespeare for his ever-timely words,
and thanks to Robin for holding still.
May 7, 2020 at 11:17 am
Thank you, I needed that chuckle. 🙂 I can truly imagine the robins looking down from above laughing at us, and why not. We can hardly believe some of what we see. Take care, let’s both make it through another day. 🙂
May 7, 2020 at 11:28 am
Thanks, Judy! Yes, let’s make it through another day! Indeed, why wouldn’t all Nature be looking at us with pity and disbelief? You are so right that we can’t believe it either.
May 7, 2020 at 3:41 pm
What a beautiful shot! The poem, too, is lovely.
May 7, 2020 at 3:51 pm
Thank you! Pure luck, of course, on the photo. I suppose luck is involved in writing, too, one way or another.
May 7, 2020 at 6:35 pm
Only a tiny bit. 🙂
May 8, 2020 at 2:49 pm
A perfect pairing of words and picture.
May 8, 2020 at 3:54 pm