Just a street....

“Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.”

Baby swan

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

In the shadow

“To rid ourselves of our shadows - who we are - we must step into either total light or total darkness”

Pisicuţa Miţi

Pisicuta mea Miti,de la tara este un pisoi foarte lenes.Mananca toata ziua,si face pui de doua ori pe an.Oricum,eu o iubesc foarte mult.

Green..

Nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.

Puiul de Vulpe

Stiati ca.....
Puii de vulpe se nasc în vizuini subterane, o singură dată pe an, din martie până în mai. De obicei, vin pe lume câte cinci fraţi, dar au fost studiate şi cazuri extreme: un singur pui sau 12 - la o singură naştere! Puii de vulpe sunt orbi la naştere, ochii lor deschizându-se abia după a doua săptămână de viaţă.

Hungry Pigeons

The pigeon flew, the pigeon sat, I wondered what he was looking at. Then from above there dove a hawk I opened my mouth and tried to talk, But I couldn't even make a squawk. The pigeon flew:my heart did too. I didn't know of anything to do!?! And so I watched the horrifying chase, There came the pigeon in first place The hawk behind him all the way, I thought this sight would darken my day. But the pigeon didn't let me down, He flew all the way to the ground. And under a cage ran the bird The hawk must have thought this was absurd. Up flew the hawk, away into the blue. The pigeon came out and then I knew That everything would be alright, The hawk had missed and had no bite. Then that beautiful pigeon trapped into the loft, And onto the pine needle nest, so soft. His squabs tweeted. He knew just what they needed. He fed them and then they slept, I knew then that bird would be one that I kept. My heart still pounding, I walked slowly back home, He was my favorite pigeon from then on.

Stones