Forgive me for the cliché, but I couldn’t resist. Something just made me write it.


Well it was growing dark – you can see the last of the sun going down in the foothills. It’s that orange slice nestled in the hills.

And a storm was on the way.


This handsome character was keeping watch.

Isn’t he majestic looking?

I don’t know his name.

I don’t know him, really.

Not like I know many of the others who watch me when I feed.


But he posed for me when I asked if I could take his picture.

Maybe we’ll get to be friends.