Tuesday 26 July 2011

Scotch Argus (25th July 2011)



Scotch Argus (25th July 2011)

In the glade, on the Knott, is where I saw you last,
This very spot as where you are today,
Dancing and flitting to dodge the cast,
Feels though I’ve never been away.

Twenty, but must be more, more, more,
Hiding, feeding, fighting, flapping and fluttering about,
From here you look black, but I know your not,
You’re a sight for sore eyes, without any doubt….


(Top Photo: taken 2009, Middle and Bottom photo: taken yesterday.) Click over photos once to enlarge and click again if you wish to supersize)