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The Meadowlark

In a field both sere and stark, stood a forlorn Meadowlark. Motionless, he eyed the ground, ears alert for any sound. Unaware, an insect stirred, deep in dust and cockleburs. A grain of sand became dislodged and rolled between the lone bird's claws. The bird allowed himself to blink, his beady eyes as black as ink. The bug crawled out, antenna waving, which only piqued the lone bird's craving. With one swift hop, the bird attacked. The bug, alas, a midday snack. ©Danielle White

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 2/12/2009 11:35:00 PM
Hi Danielle,Thank you for your interest in my Blog.The title refers to the Jesus teaching in the vignette in Luke 10:38-43.Have a good day.Rgds Brian
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Date: 2/12/2009 6:47:00 AM
Perfect rhythm, faultless flow, vivid, descriptive, a sheer joy of words in poetic motion. I really enjoy your writing style, excellent
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Date: 2/11/2009 10:50:00 AM
Wow, this read is seamless, so fluid. From start to finish, the metre was perfect. The imagery of the meadowlark was incredibly clear while your words gave great details. Very well written. Michael
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