That old black magic has me in it’s spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
_Ella Fitzgerald
Texas
Inktober 2018 ~ Tranquil
Inktober 2018 ~ Poisonous
Swimming Hole
Karate Mouse Kid
The Peacock and the Crane
There was a peacock who often boasted about his beauty. Everyday he walked to the banks of a large lake and looked at his own reflection and said “Oh what a beautiful bird I am! Look at my colorful tail!”
Once the peacock saw a crane on the banks of the lake. He said with a sneer to the crane, “What a colorless bird you are! You have no beautiful and colorful feathers like mine”.
The crane replied, “Of course! I don’t have beautiful feathers. But, my feathers can make me fly across the lake. Can your feathers make you fly?” There was no reply from the peacock.