I Prefer Wings to Armpits

Dear Friends,
Rocky and I were on our morning stroll when we observed five geese flying overhead. We both looked at them flapping happily against the sky. Rocky was thinking how delicious those flying chunky drumsticks might taste. I was thinking of wings. I want wings to soar. Who doesn’t want wings. Rocky and I were going on our fourth lap. The street was growing warm from the 9 AM sun. His long pink tongue was hanging out and my armpits were getting a bit sticky. Yes, I’d like wings instead of armpits.

Last night the sky was stunning. Having wings would be like brushing a canvas with azure blue – paint flowing seamlessly across linen – impressions surfacing from a few airborne strokes of thought. Yes, I’d like wings instead of armpits…
skyWings – not armpits – and I’m lovin’ everyone 😉



Thank you. May your dream wings fly you above the clouds and spirit you away to a place of peace for the night…

Lov’hen created three weeks ago under the continued influence of my neighbor’s chickens. Hey, chickens don’t fly, darn it!