The Bower-bird Builds a Nest

Maybe we were hoodwinked

Taken for a ride

But we were willing passengers.

Searching for years

to find the base.

It came in an unexpected form

and place.

Now the nest is being built

Like the bower-bird collecting

(Not to find a mate – he is close by)

The card falls down

The fortune wheel spins.

Watching it land

On home.

normal night at home

The moon and stars were smiling on us last night:

And B played with skeet as he was intoxicated by the newly shed shoes…

I’m not well so it is lots of time at home for me…