Stone #12 – Silent Shadow


A silent shadow soars over the sunless garden where uncountable sparrows suddenly scatter.



About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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3 Responses to Stone #12 – Silent Shadow

  1. Barb says:

    What a fabulous photo! I like the ruffled feathers. That look is quite lethal.

  2. wrensong says:

    Indeed! A gaze one would not want to be pinned by.

  3. tmhHoover says:

    I think we all should scatter! Look at that amazing creature!!

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