Lush green density
In its Autumn
Wans to yellow
You can taste the smell of leaves,
Giving over their nutrients
For next years' progeny.
The wind is now
Crisp and viscous.
That once lazy breeze
Picked up its pace
Between the Willows' limbs
Packed up its place
Amongst the Lily pads
And shuffled off.
Its only good bye:
The missing heat, the biting void of temperature.
One timely denizen dares to dwell there.
A tiny, microscopically spiny transient
Whose clarity depends on prism's refracting light,
Clearly invisible or some sense that's not sight
Were it not for it's great numbers
Were it not for it's mass disbursement.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
"My Life as a Turkey" on PBS is PHENOMENAL!!! It asks the basic human question "Who's really the Turkey here?" All jokes aside, big UPS to PBS, the Author, Naturalist, and Turkey Mom Joe Hutto, and the Turkeys!!!! Joe's experience raising the wild Turkeys from chicks seemed to have a deep and very human impact on the way he perceives Nature and the Human world. An amazing look at Nature from the inside. The Turkeys gave Joe an access to and understanding of the natural world that I can only describe as "Mowgliesque". Yes, I just made that word up. I hope you can understand what I mean. If you don't, watch "My Life as a Turkey" on PBS and you will! -Bird Nerd, OUT!