Ruffled Feathers

581680586_fbbe86b1b8_oThis is exactly the way I feel inside sometimes when I have had my feathers ruffled.  Notice the unapproachable look, almost a daring come on and the very sharp beak.  There is also the affronted admonishment, which can be further described as, “Don’t even try to smooth or soothe me.”  

I can almost feel the warmth being exhaled from the impressively flared nostrils.  There is a sort of hurt glimmering across the set features and the eyes see right down into your soul.

What a fantastic pose this elegant fowl has struck.  A bit of sorrow shadows the eye but the nobility in the posture is unmistakable.  I imagine the talons this bird possesses are long and sharp, and the wingspan must compete with that of an eagle.

This is an incomparable, a non-plus, an elegant bird of prey.  I am drawn to him or her because of the beauty, dignity and for all intents and purposes, the familiar expression captured by the lens.

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About Theresa H Hall

As a professional vocalist. licensed broadcaster, artist, published poet, lyricist, writer, essayist, critic, animal lover and budding pastr View all posts by Theresa H Hall

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