Monday, January 18, 2010


At twilight they come out.
Like floating paper glide along lanes,
noiselessly dipping over hedges,
or fanning their ghostly way
around the houses, down the avenues,
ears and eyes set for the kill.
-Author Unknown-

Love K
*photo above was taken by Hugh Durant ( )-it is of an actual gate in Bratislava, Slovakia*

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