"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Found this on a recent gravestone in Green-Wood. Did a double take later when I noticed the face. I assume this is one of those mutants bred by pigeon fanciers, but it sure is creepy looking.