photo: Botanical Garden, Nelson, a duck projects itself into the light and its murky reflection attracts attention until it goes back into the shadow of the pond.
There she was, the old lady I would become, I said to myself, as I saw her every morning, resolved to walk about town with her shopping bag. She was there, then one day she wasn’t.
Bonsoir Sylvie,
Sympa ces petits canards 🦆
PS/ c’est moi, Tony, je ne sais pas si tu te souviens…
Prends soin de toi.
🖐☕
Merci Tony de prends le risque ou perds ta chance, 🙂
A l’époque tu étais en Nouvelle Zélande…
Oui, et j’y suis toujours🙂
👍😉
Cute ones ^^;
I do not tire of them 🙂
Such a telling and salutary poem