Sweet Mother Earth

I prefer silence and a long hug and kiss by Mother Earth or perhaps one of her many goddesses.

Right now the pigeons are eating the bread, and I am awaiting food from the streets. A food sale, about the only time we get real and good food. I think there is a poem or two waiting to come out. 
Not that I live to eat, but it is a treat to get some real tasty food sometimes, instead of the fake stuff they feed us. Sometimes I think I live from food sale to food sale.

(New bird blog too)