Summer Fling

This early summer morning, as the sun crept into the garden, one inhabitant still lingered. Legs wrapped onto the underside, and full body weight cradled near the edge of the peony leaf. There he was, such a lusty lad! I wondered how he managed to balance here and with such composure. After all, the peonies were no longer in bloom. Maybe old friends bidding farewell, till next season then. He allowed some closeups, several in fact. Till the sun crept onto his night perch. Then off he flew. His day had begun.

 

night spent in the arms

of a peony leaf

a summer time fling

Pat R

7/03/16