Uncle Tree made a play to get close, but he didn’t pass Mum’s security check.
The babes hesitated and peeked, but followed Mum thereafter.
Ganders gallantly stood their ground for grazing hungry goslings.
In the meanwhile, Mum taught impromptu getaway maneuvers.
From heron out, I declare — birds must stand still when posing!
Okay, besides this guy, who’s got the gull to oppose me?
That’s what I thought, good gully.
Uncle Tree
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At the end of the day, peace and quiet beckon me home.
Twilight highlights the opportunity to reflect.
The solitary Moon longs for stability, as do we.
Restlessness rules those who refuse to accept the way the world turns.
As a rule, no righteous endeavor is a waste of precious time.
Coming to terms begins and ends with me.
Uncle Tree
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Mother Earth loves her tan, but I bet she longs for Spring.
Sandhill Cranes love Husker corn, but I bet it leaves them wanting.
“Hay Cranes! What the bale do you think you’re doing?”
Nonchalant well-defined, minus the red cap.
Under the radar
be ground.
Chow!
UT
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Rudy The Cat is 4 months old now.
This was his first romp in the snow a couple of weeks ago.
He seemed sure there was something crawling underneath.
Rudy was a surprise Christmas present from my daughter.
Poor fella! Tomorrow he’ll be neutered. Prayers are welcome.
He loves sitting in the window, where the action is in full view.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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How do we blend world news into our daily lives?
More then spooky — when art is left speechless.
Even the sky is red with pastel rage.
Can anyone point the way to a solution?
Humans being human
starts with me.
UT
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Cupid’s heart burns like a valentine afire.
Dragons breathe in the frigid air, and exhale colors warmer than they look.
Pinks and purples wait their turn, like patient lovers long for day’s end.
Life’s purple majesty lies in the hearts of we who have eyes to see.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
Stay warm, folks!
Cheerz!
♥
Aim high and cross the line, when need be.
Crossroads beget geometry.
Your runway lies before you. Shall you trust it?
Or, will you hover and waste precious time?
Fortune belongs to those who race destiny.
Will you burn the dreaded bush on your way down?
Cheerz to those who dare to cross the lines!
Photographs by me²watson
Uncle Tree
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Super Moony Blues arising in the East
meet the Sun’s shadow coming in fast from the West.
What started on my birthday, ended with clouds coming in.
Nevertheless, full Moons brighten open plains
for eyes created to craft certain images into long-term memories.
If only one had the power to divide the sky at will, why knot me?
One drip of the Blood Moon?
Good grief!
UT
Uncle Tree had quite a wide variety of visitors last year!
He also got out and around to hug a few special friends.
Then word got out — that old crane told me so!
Fishing in Nebraska is a thrill, but, still, good fish are rare.
Sunburns are much more common.
The uncommon is me —
reeling in 60 years, butterflies, birds,
and the best of beers!
Happy Birthday, Uncle Tree!
Keith Alan Watson
January 30
1958
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After the sun sets, geese fly above the cover of pink.
Leaders and followers both occupy the same time frame.
Families become communities, once the day comes to a close.
Fly me straight, and fly me high!
After all, illusions are only numbers cut down to size.
Photographs by Uncle Tree
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