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.