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Day 593 Daily Walk Ears

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Sometimes when we walk through Cole Park, along the stone and dirt path to the little wooden bridge over Fiddle Creek, we stop at the triangles ahead on the hill: the ears of the deer lounging for an afternoon nap.


In the woods for years
we see the deers
recognizing them by ears;
do you?

Sheri Edwards
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Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
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