Telling the Truth

lop-winged birds trailing
droplets from marshy waters
hang legs out to dry

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I found this semi-ethereal photo of black-winged stilts yesterday. The lighting and colors are unusual. I was working on George MacDonald’s June 2 sonnet in Diary of an Old Soul. I wouldn’t want them nesting in my hair or in my mind. Nor would I want to meet a pair of their dangling legs on a dark and stormy night. They’re quite beautiful in daylight. Nothing to fear.

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 July 2015
Image from bangkokpost.com