Here's another post to balance out my first from earlier today.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
BY EMILY DICKINSON
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.

The photo above is of a Rosy Bourke Parrot. The photo below is provided to add a musical note and a bit of humour to this post!

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More Photos From Jane Richmond (click to enlarge)

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