The Last Post
And when we fall
who shall mourn us?
Only the bugles in a distant age,
their shrill notes sounding
across the bay Continue reading “The Fallen”
Old-fashioned, just like Grandma Manticore used to make!
keeping the grackles at bay
Where an eclectus, a senegal, an amazon, a cockatiel, and a budgie fly free. Sort of.
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