everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Thursday, July 23, 2015



I GUESS THIS IS THAT PLACE

I awoke as the sun reddened the horizon
and saw a squadron of white pelicans on
the lake.  I wondered, could this be? Pelicans
in Oklahoma?  So I ran quickly to the water’s
edge, snapping a picture in poor light.  I then

turned around to see my elderly neighbor
snickering at me from behind the Marlborough
dangling from her lips.  It was then I realized
I was wearing nothing but underwear and
cowboy boots.  After recovering my dignity

I asked my bird keeper brother-in-law about
the pelicans.  He said they sometimes migrate
through here, even overwintering if they find
a particularly nice place to call home. 
I guess this is that place. 
 
 
 
 
               

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