New spider webs in the woods. Insects in the air.
What are we to do with states of energy we don't know how to control?
We. You. Me. Us. Whomever we may be.
Nothing these two hands are going to do besides walk around and describe what the indescribable is not.
Suet. Sunflower. Millet. Insects.
Moving old birdfeeder shepherd's hook to prevent squirrel from leaping onto platform full of fresh seed.
A cagey character. Dodgy. Dodging. Feeding off of available material.
Can't remember if I'm describing the squirrel or me.
The kousa dogwoods don't care.
Give the squirrel credit for persistence.
The birds have no patience.
Feed a squirrel, feed a hawk.
Feed the imagination.
The big picture is chance enough - poker is for humans.
Never give away what you know if you can put a price on someone else's head.
The titmouse knows food, not facts or truth.
Do you soar with turkey buzzards or flying squirrels?
Play the cards you're dealt - the other table's occupied.
Clear tents in woods fog up, don't they?
Do butterflies play or play around?
What is the nongender form of leadership by our species?
Should I stop misleading us by using words?
Plant seeds now - reap harvests later.
One second to observe the transformation - is that sufficient to know what just happened?
Can you create this life from scratch?
No comments:
Post a Comment