Today, for the first time, I am entering The Sunday Whirl, a challenge that puts forth a Group of unconnected words, and ask that the writer pull them together into a cohesive piece.
For years, I’m witness to a sacred scene:
I watch her humming,
Flitting, hitting stride
To navigate bramble branches.
First a miss, then settling softly,
With guile and grace
She knows and I can clearly see
Danger lurks nearby;
Forager; hidden, stealthy,
Preparing to pounce in an instant,
As snapping twigs and sticks
Buckle under paws,
Sounding a subtle
I drill down deeply, try to understand
My heart’s desire, my visions:
She finds her seeds,
Returns to nest to share with hungry mouths.
And yet, both predator and prey
Seek their righteous gain,
I like the poetry very much and the photograph is superb!
And who are we to judge as we fight and pillage and hope to survive? We all live in a paradise but each must satisfy their own needs to keep their species going.
Absolutely! Food for thought, indeed.
Thanks Pamela…I enjoyed this challenge quite a bit.
Thanks, Pamela. I’m going to like this Sunday challenge!
I love your poem. Glad you joined us today.