And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams.
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams.
E.A. Poe, To One in Paradise
4 comments:
We sure have our share of them here, too. I passed several devouring a deer carcass. When I returned past the area, all that was left were pure white ribs sticking up out of the grasses. Very tidy creatures! And this is a great phot.
What a great shot, dawn!
What a perfect photo, esp. for this time of year. I love the way the red beaks contrast with the black vultures.
Wonderful Photos, all of them!
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