For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires -- Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine e'en superfine, Her pride aspires -- The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house -- Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice? -Emily Dickinson
Great fun and a fine drawing. Love those lines.
Terrific! (I am running out of superlatives to describe your work.)
What beautiful line and composition work! :)
Love the lines and characters:)
Beautiful work!