Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Oh deer, deer, deer.
There's a doe and fawn that stalk the roadside near my home. Is the grass tastier there I wonder? They've done wonders for my driving - I'm much more careful these days.
:-) :-) :-)I love it when you put words in the mouths of deers...:-)
Ha! The call(s) of the wild just never shuts up. ;)Stay away from the lights, Spanky!
Ha! I think our deer need some new meaning or purpose in their lives....Kiss my burger...LOL!!:)
Naughty but nice!!! LOL....tres funny Jason.www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com
hehehe...clever and comical, Jason. Oh, and now... I have a nice new flippant remark to use on my husband...;P When we're at the fishing camp down on Kerr Lake in VA...and he is bugging me, I tell him to "Kiss My Bass"
Very witty :D
Aggie, :)Janey, probably because it's the closest grass to the cover of the forest.Vesper, a little forest comedy. :DSarah, I'm thinking of the spunky little psychic chick in Poltergeist. "Go into the light...."Aine, yeah, they're a little preoccupied. ;)Billy, thanks!Geraldine, just a little frivolity. ;)Kaye, love it! Maybe you can get a photo to go with it. :DMiladysa, much appreciated!
LOL! Love your deer bubbles. :-)
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