sunday, 5 july
Jack
Kannapolis
has a park near the center of town that
manages to stay hidden from the goings
on around here.
The deep
shade provides cool comfort to those fleeing
the oppression of southern summer
heat.
These
surroundings are strictly high rent and the robins
doing business here know
they’ve most definitely lucked out.
Soon these
tent worms will break free from their silk purse
cocoon and run the gamut of lip-smacking birds.
cocoon and run the gamut of lip-smacking birds.
The red-bellied woodpecker is a longtime aficionado,
sampling most any creature
that crawls.
A clear
stream runs nearly the length of this long, winding park.
Over time it
has cut its way to the bedrock that underlies
this small North Carolina town.
It’s up to
dragonflies close by to police against pesky mosquitoes and flies.
Resting at
the base of one tree was this magnificent
coral fungus, big enough to eat a small dog.
coral fungus, big enough to eat a small dog.
It’s July
and this Rusty Blackbird is supposed to be with
his friends north near
Canada. He didn’t get the word.
As if he cares.
Love,
Dad
© Tom Taylor
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