Tag Archives: Prose poetry

Anticipation. And Action.

I watch the bird. It seems to float on a current, but there is no wind. Not where I stand under a blooming tree. Petals of its tiny flowers are breathless in anticipation of a visitor.

butterfly-monarch-ud95A Monarch approaches. Its wings flutter and its feet reach for a flower. Soon it enjoys life-giving nectar. Unpretentiously. Expecting it to be there. Always.

fly-and-the-monarch-butterfly-ud95As on cue the rest of the company arrives.  I am in awe of the rare sight of a butterfly tree.

butterfly-tree-ud95And I pray. For more butterfly trees. And continued protections of the earth. Less greed. And less sacrifice by nature for human activity.

pelicans-in-flight-16x9-ud95I hope the skies will be filled with birds for generations to come. Birds that can glide on the currents of unseen winds. But that’s not what we should anticipate. Unless we take action.

Meercat Musings

Hello there! How are you doing?

I am doing pretty good, can’t complain.

No one in the clan disappeared overnight.

We are all safe and I’m grateful for that.

Our home is almost intact, some corridors are a leaky,

but I hope it’ll not rain in the next few months.

And there are good prospects for food today.

So I’m optimistic this will be a good day.

How about you? Are you hopeful for this day?

If not, what’s bothering you?

If it is a big-ticket item, I send you comfort and love.

If it isn’t, I have a question for you.

Is that, whatever it is, really worth spoiling your day?

When instead you could choose to live, play,

smile and do some good to someone…

Maybe you could start by giving someone a belly rub?

Just a suggestion. Have a good weekend.

A Silent Conversation

Looking out of the window in the late afternoon of a cool autumn day, two birds silently converse.

Do you think the winter is coming early this year?

It certainly looks like that. Snow flakes in the air and it’s only mid October.

It’s cold in here. Do you think our old lady can afford heat this winter?

I heard her talking to herself last night. Something about too many bills to pay.

She’s worked hard her whole life. I wonder why she’s doesn’t have enough now that she’s old?

Maybe she doesn’t have savings, or she’s not entitled. I heard the man on the TV last night.

I am worried about that. And why isn’t anybody visiting her anymore?

I’ve been thinking about that too. She seems to be all alone these days, except for us.

She seems to be forgotten. And she’s getting so thin and frail. Do you think she eats enough?

I don’t know about that. She doesn’t seem to bring much groceries home nowadays.

I’ve noticed that too and it worries me. She must be hungry. But what can we do?

We will learn to fly! Then we go find her children, grandchildren, friends and neighbors.

And the man on the TV too. We tell them to come see her. Do you think they will come?

Of course they will. They have a real heart. A real heart is fair, and it cares about others.