Soon to be Turkey dessert?
A piece of bark draped over a tree limb looking like a deer face.
Late yesterday afternoon, after I had toiled in the garden on and off most of the day, I took a slow and leisurely walk about. Later I sat; totally content listening to the turkeys calling, the deer scampering across the creek, the walnuts hitting the roof of the garage and listening to the birds.
Sometime in the middle of the night the Moon awoke me as it shone down through the skylight…
‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere … Extract from ‘Tis moonlight, summer moonlight By Emily Jane Brontë [1818-48]