The shade draws me in from the scorching sun
Into a hood of trees, clandestine tongued
With the sun that winks,
To blind. Eye blots.
A snap of a twig
And then I see spots…
Blind Spot
Wild Muses
The shade draws me in from the scorching sun
Into a hood of trees, clandestine tongued
With the sun that winks,
To blind. Eye blots.
A snap of a twig
And then I see spots…
Fabulous capture!
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Thanks June – pretty dramatic to witness as you can probably imagine. She was feeding a cub though so that it made slightly more bearable!
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