Iceland’s Whooper Swans~


Whooper Swans are the Eurasian cousin of North American Trumpeter swans.

They breed all over Iceland, and some overwinter in the thermally heated parts of Lake Myvatn. Interestingly, their North American Trumpeter Swan cousins do the same thing, spending winter in the thermally heated parts of the Yellowstone River.

These beauties are aptly named as they certainly seem to enjoy trumpeting!

Whooper Swans mate for life,

and their cygnets, and grown offspring, often overwinter with them.

Cheers to you from Iceland’s beautiful swans~

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MEOW!

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I’m being followed

through the woods

and into town.

Help me!

I hear them

but can’t see them.

Quiet as the night.

Silence is their prayer.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD WILL FALL

 

 

Take me to Oasis,

where demons roam

and The Dead play.

Take me to Florida,

to the ocean paradise,

where good triumphs evil.

Take me to the shore,

where the residents gather

and The Dead will fall.

THE DEAD GAME

NEVER SLEEP

 

 

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They roam into your bedrooms

and your nightmares.

They haunt the hotel,

where the wealthy play.

They take from the best

to assuage their needs.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

They hide in their mansions

from the Oasis sunshine.

Dark shadows roam

the streets of our town.

They never sleep.

They walk the nights.

THE DEAD GAME

RED

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Hues of red fill the humid air.

The residents hide behind closed doors.

The tourists huddle in fear at the hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet.

The woods rumble with music.

Dignitaries visit from around the world.

Limousines line the paths to the glass house,

Where guests fill the dance floor.

Linda watches them laugh and drink.

An undercurrent lies beneath the gaiety.

As if evil waits to raise its ugly head.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

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