The loss of one feeds many.
Showing posts with label crow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crow. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Sunday, December 6, 2015
A Molecular Fable
Molecules begrudged the pulling whirl of a sunny day causing alarm among some . Their frantic shouts reached the ears of creatures near by.
A crow circled wondering what could be so urgent to warrant such sounds. His caws joined the shouts of the frightened molecules.
The wasp building his nest decided something must be done. This was no place to raise children amid these disturbances.
The spider hidden observing silently began to stalk the wasp for a fine meal.
...and the molecules continued to shout.
The crow flew in to make a meal of spider and wasp when the poppy spoke, loudly as poppies do, silencing all.
"You poor misguided creatures! Look around you. There is balance and beauty from where I stand rooted. There are cycles and circles. Some will end but we are never truly alone or truly gone. Molecules are with in us all."
The molecules quietened by the truth smiled. The wasp continued to build. The spider went on its way. The crow sat high in a tree contemplating the wisdom of a poppy who bloomed where it was planted.
And the circles and cycles continued to turn.
A crow circled wondering what could be so urgent to warrant such sounds. His caws joined the shouts of the frightened molecules.
The wasp building his nest decided something must be done. This was no place to raise children amid these disturbances.
The spider hidden observing silently began to stalk the wasp for a fine meal.
...and the molecules continued to shout.
The crow flew in to make a meal of spider and wasp when the poppy spoke, loudly as poppies do, silencing all.
"You poor misguided creatures! Look around you. There is balance and beauty from where I stand rooted. There are cycles and circles. Some will end but we are never truly alone or truly gone. Molecules are with in us all."
The molecules quietened by the truth smiled. The wasp continued to build. The spider went on its way. The crow sat high in a tree contemplating the wisdom of a poppy who bloomed where it was planted.
And the circles and cycles continued to turn.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Rooster Cogburn Finds His Crow
Has healed enough to roam.
Since my water gardens are pet friendly
RC stops in for a drink.
Things are looking up. Less poop on the porch and his crows echo around the water garden instead of off my bedroom window. RC still sleeps and eats with the dogs but I think he's remembered he is a rooster now.
Monday, September 7, 2015
A Wise Crow
The crow warned him
"Do not give your heart"
"She's mad but she's magic"
the poor lost soul replied
His slate wiped clean
by opiates shared
He was buried beneath the tree
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Responsible Tracks...
We track through life
Yet never think
Who sees our tracks
Do they follow or sink
Our tracks should be strong and clear
Leading in good directions
We know not who follows
Our angle of reflection
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