Day 1297, thoughts. Day's pictures, Poetry Its the dirt road at my house in the morning that I drive on ~ where they stare at me each day ~ if I stop to look closer they run cowardly ~ like sheep Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading… Related
this reminds me of something from Haruki Murakami
Ok, I will check it out, thanks…