No one to visit me
but this familiar stranger
with nothing to eat.
No one to visit me
but this familiar stranger
with nothing to eat.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, roadrunner, roadrunner nest
Coming home mid-day yesterday, I counted three, the camera counted four. (Enlarge)
NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch porems







