Found the noteboard

there plain as day 

could be seen what i say 

 is what is said you know come what may

 then blown away 

so write it down while it's around 

 have it your way

 i'll dot my noteboard.

Huddle by the tree bushes

we've sun a lot today you see. you know the feeling. a bright run worth every ray. warms like an arm on your shoulder. when all is quiet this is our kind of day.

Cottontail

we are winding time in circles. weeks gather then pass. i'd sure like a bus pass plus an afternoon to go around skipping with the bunnies. great ambition.