A buck flashes through the brush
stops, ears raised, and
point blank stares at me
I brake and stop dead
only a few feet away,
engine off,
silence
—a cord
I call out his deer name
through the open window
addressing that verdant desire
to speak in animal tongue
and meld into lush overgrowth
He listens intently
his ears flicker
eyes darken
nostrils flare
He resumes nibble
of scrub oak shoots
for what must be
my benefit, to put me at ease
as if to say, “I forgive you
your trespasses.”
The bee live less than 40 days, visits at least 1000 flowers and produces less than a teaspoon of honey. For us it is only a teaspoon of honey, but for the bee it is a life. Thank you, bees!
A Crossbow Is Like A Longbow
Except It Likes To Wear A Dress ON The Weekend!
