Tick Tock

Any crow worth her feathers should know that watches make a mighty fine set of shiny.  Now, any crow with a bit of bird brained sense can figure out ways to raise the bar on their bling.  (Did I say bar?  Well, looky here, it's happy hour!)

My mission: Make time stand still.  Well, maybe not.  Maybe I just want to celebrate some shiny...

Now,

 my 'shiny' shines,

 but doesn't really tick. 

 No sweat off my tock,

but it got me

          thinking.

(thinking thinking thinking)

Watches are for time

so set some time.

Cheers, slainte, and salute

to a very fine

time of day.

             (Please pardon the "five o'clock shadow"!!)

Uh-oh....

                         Uh-oh... 



                                                         whispered the folks of the forest.

Heart of Stone

heart of stone



Nay, stone of heart!

A little love where you least expect it.

Shut your gob!

Now I suppose, through the eyes of a mother,

one might be drawn to nurture.

NOW I KNOW, THROUGH THE EYES, (AND EARS), OF

A NEIGHBOR,

ONE MIGHT BE DRAWN TO SAY,

"SHUT YOUR GOB!"
(I heard and found 8 of these little blighters in one day.)