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If I knew for a certainty that a man was coming to my house with the conscious design of doing me good, I should run for my life.


Showcasing the excellent zoom on my camera, this snap was taken laying flat on my back underneath a very tall tree. The leaf in question was very near to the top, a good seven or so metres away. I quite like this one.

Here is a poem based upon an unfortunate experience that I had just last Sunday evening...
To find a poo

To find a poo
is a shock.
"Whose poo are you?"

Looking hither,
looking thither.
The culprit remains

at large.
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yamini said…
Kris, You have the rare knack of mixing rare with common and coming up with something extraordinary. Please keep it up.

The zoom seems to be excellent, the leaf photograph was beautiful, especially with all its details.

And that poem on Poo, "Thought-provoking", really!!!!!
6 May 2009 at 14:53
Priyanka Khot said…
Haaahahahahhaha a poem about poo

Now that is an issue that the UN, EU, ASEAN and their likes should take up. :-)
6 May 2009 at 15:35
Babzy.B said…
excellent image ! and funny poem :)
6 May 2009 at 17:12
SH -ic said…
haha.. big man
6 May 2009 at 18:05
KL said…
I really like your this modern verse very well. Short, nice and interesting.

Yes, you indeed have a nice camera and that is why all those pics are so lovely (I thought of teasing you, but then naah...let go...)
6 May 2009 at 20:55
That is the chicken said…
A poo-em in response to your posting.

The Elusive snark (poo)

You seek him here
you seek him there
but Mr. Mystery Pooper's
not anywhere!

For he is the unknown poo!
The mystery poo,
The master of poopy disguise -
That's him!

So beware!
7 May 2009 at 11:43
Kris McCracken said…
That is the Chicken, I have found the culprit, and they shall remain nameless.
8 May 2009 at 11:23
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, poo draws a family together.
8 May 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, the WHO care about POO!
8 May 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, it wasn't funny when I found it.
8 May 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, I am used to poo by now.
8 May 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it is hard to do a long poem on the bus.
8 May 2009 at 11:25
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