April 28, 2012 by still a dreamer
I see them every time I look out my office window. Or go out the side door.
“Help us,” they say.
“Touch us.”
Alien hands, feathery, menacing. Reaching out to touch me with what ungodly result. Never before have aliens managed to push through the fenced border. And now they stretch out constantly, some wicked and high-pitched gurgling almost below one’s range of hearing.
“Feed us. We won’t hurt you.”
Fat chance. I think I’ll pass.
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I just knew you’d get it! 🙂
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Funny you Jeanne. Your new drug combos are blurring your artistic vision! These are the lovely, delicate “fingers” of the Japanese maple. Hop the fence and let these “fingers” stroke your brow and ease those migranes away! Happy Spring! 😉
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Right you are! I had tagged red maple, but it slipped my mind that it was a Japanese maple. This is a rather low-growing version and it has grown spectacularly in the time I’ve lived at this address, (and actually belongs to the people next door.) In all fairness to the little alien, I should probably photograph it from the other side of the fence – it’s just beautiful.
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