May 062010
This afternoon I took the terriers up along the Morgan Road & we saw a couple of wrens in the ditch weeds — couldn’t tell exactly what kind because they flitted away too quickly, but they had a prominent eye stripe. At the other end of the size scale, I heard a raven (not some measly crow) croaking away down by the river where I’ve heard them before. Then caught a brief glimpse of him (or her) through the trees just before we got caught in a downpour. The sun came back out as we turned for home.
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Henri’s Valentine
I can freeze into sculpture
if I see two wrens approach shyly
for I too am shy and see
they just want the water
left in the ditch next
to me for I too am
next to me and so I watch
as he leads the way
hoping he won’t see
me as he drifts up
into the crotch of
of a red tree she
hopping close behind
the scene is so still
I suddenly realize
I’ve never been happier
in my whole life except
the real epiphany
came later as usual
in the anti-climax
of sleep and love.
Woo-hoo! Peter, you nailed that experience. What a wonderful spark struck from my flat prose!