The Jar...
The Rook did cock it’s black, black head
And stared down at the Jar…
Which sat there, silent, motionless
A mystery from afar…
How it got there, no-one knew
It suddenly had appeared
Inside it was a swirling mist
That sometimes disappeared…….
The wise old bird regarded this
And knew that magic called
So he sat back upon the tree
And stayed there ’til the dawn…
Original photographs enhanced and layered, original poetry.
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Pauline Fowler Photography
Photographic Art, Animal portraits.
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The Jar...
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Artspan is Contemporary Art - Photography