23 Friday Oct 2020
Posted in Poetry
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#poetry, dorindaduclos.com, Halloween, hiding, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, spooky, writing
She lies in darkness
Hiding, in her own shadow
Waiting, just for you
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15 Wednesday May 2019
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Wordless Wednesday
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#mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, dorindaduclos.com, Gandalf the Grey Squirrel, Gandy, hiding, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, silly, squirrel, Wordless Wednesday
Gandalf thinks we can’t see him. lol
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24 Saturday Nov 2018
Posted in November Writing, Poetry
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#NovemberWriting, #poetry, daylight, dorindaduclos.com, hiding, light, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shadows, sunset, writing
Daylight does not last forever
It parts when its time is done
Hides behind the hills of heather
Bows to the slowly setting sun
Casts its final shadows deep
Against the dark of the night
Tis this time, she peacefully sleeps
Til morning dares to share her light
November Writing Prompt – Slated for the shadows – Day 24/30
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04 Saturday Aug 2018
Posted in Backyard Buddies, My Photography, Photography
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#BackyardBuddies, #mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, chipmunk, dorindaduclos.com, fire pit, hiding, Hoover the chipmunk, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography
It’s that time of year again, when I start to take weekends off from my blog, not totally, but enough to be able to spend time with my family. So, Backyard Buddies returns for Season 2 🙂
Hoover hanging out under the fire pit
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07 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in Poetry, WritePhoto
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bushes, cave, company, departed, dorindaduclos.com, hiding, land, Night Owl Poetry, shelter, spirits, Sue Vincent, WritePhoto, writing
A hidden cave, the wind, a rush
Where spirits linger, under brush
Some may show themselves to you
While others share a different view
You never know when they’ll appear
Perhaps it’s just that one stray deer
Who grazes, on the leaves of green
And every flower, in between
Nonchalantly, he will walk by
Then disappear, in bushes, high
Maybe you’ll chance a stroll, go to him
Dare to be brave, go out on a limb
Fear not the company, of those spirits, light-hearted
For they guard the shelter, of the dearly departed
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Photo ©Sue Vincent
