Though different in breed

The sun warms them all the same

And under her rays

Mischief and mayhem blooms....

The sun was beginning to set behind the scorched hills, bringing a welcome respite from the intense afternoon heat. Evening time, bringer of long shadows and, if one was very lucky, the sighting of a nightjar or two.

Every dusk she sat on the veranda, binoculars in hand, trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive family of birds that lived in the valley. She heard them often, but seldom saw them ...

Side by side, we wonder through

The darkest of the days

The lightest of nights

Different and yet the same

Shoulder to shoulder

To fight the good fight

I will be at your back

At your beck and call

Come what may, whatever befall

You will be there to hold me back

There to brace my fall

And when the time comes

When we must answer natures call

When we return to the ground

and feed the creatu...