Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

I wish they had tigers here.

I wish they had tigers here. Elephants, too. Herds.

They’d be fun to photograph.

But I get feral cats and roly-poly residents.

It would be fun to see ghosts with my Nikon spirit filter

Or know a place where I can find fairies.

(Other than that place in JCity)

But I don’t see and I don’t find.

The camera is passive, the eye most active.

I walk where I live, looking, looking.

Always with a camera, catching

Those scenes that others missed.

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