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The Jaguar and the Peacock talk... (thumbnail) She walked in Palaces...... (thumbnail) The Jar... (thumbnail) The Pensive Stork (thumbnail)
The Jar... (large view)
 
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.