Prey
Acorn half eaten
Scurried tracks to the right
Wing prints of predator
Left in mid-flight
Pray
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Snowshoeing through the woods with a friend a few weeks ago, we came upon a clearing and noticed quite a scuffle in the snow. The scene told the stark story of the circle of life. Sometimes what seems cruel to one, can be a blessing to another.
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I am loving your micropoetry. I may try that for April. I like to write a poem a day in April. The realities of the circle of life can be harsh. Thanks for sharing.
What an awesome thing to stumble upon. How often do we miss these sorts of things? Last Spring, a barred owl was hanging out in our back yard. We watched him in a neighbour’s tree for a week before he departed. He’d stay all day, and we even heard him and watched him call to his mate (and she answered!) Every now and then he’d swoop down suddenly, then back to his perch, and we’d see him eating.
I love when we are gifted with these glimpses of the natural world that resonate so deeply with our sense of awe and wonder.
Unique poem, Paula. Clearly, you brought your “writer’s eye” with you that day. Hope things are well on your end.
Your poem reminds me of the brevity of life and how we need to slow our fleeting steps, to
pause, and to enjoy life.
Fun! I am loving these poems. So clever!!
Next time I am outside, I will surely stop and look around to see what I notice! Thanks for another great poem!
Loving your micropoetry. You have the eyes of a poet, and somehow the tracks you leave on the page, so spare yet insightful make me think of conferring notes, the way teachers and coaches walk into a room or conference with their eyes wide open to what might be, then capture it with a few strokes.