Is there any virtue sweeter than devotion,
can one bear the crushing joy of such emotion?
To share the least of what is rare and purely treasured-
in such simple holy gifts is true love measured.
What passes in the mundane way of living
is the grandest form of unabashed giving,
like shiny pearls are strung and flung
as music lilting from the tongue
of Mother Nature-love is sung,
the Symphony of Life!
That, my friends, is a Bubba bird. He brings only the choicest berries to his mate and not just one but a mouthful! How do I know? I happen to be lucky enough to be cared for by the original Bubba Bird.
The truest love is not defined by the grand gestures of poets and kings, but rather rises in the heart and soul of selfless giving.
Passion or pain,
tell me again
why I surrender
without a thought
of what I ought
for blood runs hot
and soon is forgot
the sting of sorrow
left for tomorrow
when ‘ere you are gone
leaving me here alone
with naught but a glint
and the sultry scent
of frenzied lust
and dauntless trust,
drunken I wait,
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When I took these photos I was amazed by what I first thought could be a mother and offspring, then looking it up, perhaps an attack by a smaller bee. Then, after further research it seems it is what my camera led me to intuit. This seems to be a mating, although the little guy may have set his sights too high. Within seconds she tired of the game; and with a flick of her wings sent him flying as she moved on to other pleasures. Happy Saturday and welcome to the Free 48! I hope you will visit Linda Hill’s blog for more inspiration about today’s #SoCS prompt, which was fine.