Looking Out the Window

I’m lying in the sun, looking out the window
Watching some flying things.
A shape hits my view. Was that a flying frog?

The underside looked like a scrawny half-grown chicken.
The next thing I see hurled up into the air
Is half wasp, half faerie, with a huge underbelly.

I sit up straight and pay full attention.
Grab my cellphone and get ready for some 
National Geographic winner of the year pix.

Nothing flies by now except a few regular birds.
All laughing at me, knowing my predicament.
Regular day in the country after too much sun.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Sands Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 8:08 PM
LoL. This is funny . I enjoyed Caren :)
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 9:15 PM
Thank you Heidi!
Theraven Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 6:48 PM
Caren, You have been a busy little bee methinks. A thanks is in order..,so I thank you. -Richard
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 9:15 PM
I am touched. Thank you back!
Dietrich Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM
so what the heck was it?? I would run outside and try to see!! Cute one, Caren.
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 9:16 PM
I never figured it out. It was gone too fast! It looked like a chicken that had been plucked but was way too tiny.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 27, 2019 at 8:16 PM
Oh how the imagination flies! Never caught on film.
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 7:12 AM
Never can when trying. It is when I do not have a camera with me at all that I stumble upon the best things.
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