Merops apiaster
The West African beauty
flits and struts in pretty plumage--
always watchful,
intently listening,
waiting for the worker bee
to foolishly fly in front of her--
freeing her from the drudgery
of having to hunt for herself.
Catching up...
I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
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