Beautiful Creatures No. 13: Lynx – Luchs – le Lynx

Creatures, Nature, Oddities


Relaxed, friendly interested eye-contact (and beautiful paws)…Did you notice that many people are not used to connect with each other by eye-contact nowadays?

PS: I simply had to add this image…LOOK AT these amazing paws! ❤
(No demand for UGGs…and Yoga lessons.)

Poem No. 6: “When a Woman Loves a Man” by David Lehman (1948)

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,"
she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window.”

He’s supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he
     is raking leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.
When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.
When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, “We’re talking about me now,"
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
“Did somebody die?”
When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.
Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?
When he says, “Ours is a transitional era,"
“that’s very original of you," she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.
They fight all the time
It’s fun
What do I owe you?
Let’s start with an apology
Ok, I’m sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying “Laughter.”
It’s a silent picture.
“I’ve been fucked without a kiss," she says,
“and you can quote me on that,"
which sounds great in an English accent.
One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it
     another nine times.
When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the
     airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he’s there. He doesn’t complain that
     she’s two hours late
and there’s nothing in the refrigerator.
When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She’s like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn’t want the day to end.
When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.


The cartoons of John provide news and food4thoughts from John`s lively chicken backyard. They are heart-warming and very charming, as you can see above. Of course, you`re invited to visit his blog “Dad4Gracie”. John is currently supporting his local community that needs some aid to fix their damaged church building.

All of us will be judged by our actions…

In Germany, we incidentally have got an accordant chicken-related proverb:
The one, who cackles, has to lay an egg!”

The St. John`s Campaign “Embrace the Future” (Portsmouth / USA) might be an opportunity to lay a small egg and share it with others in need…

And maybe, you can share John´s post as well…?

Thank you for your consideration.

For further details…

via My Life With Gracie…Even Small Gifts

Shared No. 47: My Life With Gracie…Even Small Gifts — by Dad4Gracie

arts, Cartoons, Creatures, humor, Insights, Kunst, Uncategorized



I have a friend who personifies the word,
Her thoughts and reactions are often absurd.
Her normal day is a page taken out of a dramatic script,
Her life a big fat melodramatic manuscript.
Our story began in the most unexpected way,
Thanks to all the attention to her I had to pay.
But […]

via Mrs. Melodrama — The Travellothoner

Shared No. 52: Mrs. Melodrama — by The Travellothoner (“Wow! Very affectionate lines…”)

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized