Another seed, bug or worm to
restore the spirit of a
startled nesting dove
eying me from distance
her weakened fledgling
another unforeseen sequence
to pleasured stroll
trampling seeds, bugs and worms,
disturbing nests
a small plague to nature
has this moment of understanding,
acceptance of the Great Spirit's plan
to return all to soil
Augustus / Houston, TX / June 2017
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Sometimes it all seems so senseless . Like a revolving door going around and around . If life was an opera it would be Norma . A play , Romeo and Julie . A book , The Bible .
Great comment. Thanks
Enjoyed this subtly expressed ode to nature's way. It is so easy to take her wonders for granted.
Thanks Louis .
Nature expressed in all her trials your words echo the ways she is plagued by humans who uncaringly destroy much precious material and nutrition when birds nest - .......gratitude for sharing a need to watch where we tread dear Augustus.
For you my dear, "where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise."
Thanks.
Really good write sir
Enjoyed this very much
Thanks for kind words.
Marveling with you and about this wonderful gift: an 'economy of salvation'. Love the photo too.
You sir are the master. I appreciate the comment. Thanks.
Very beautiful indeed. Made me think about the recycling process. I hope one day I will be recycled too. I'm already excited about what I will became.
Thanks for reading and the comment. I have been away for a while
I understand. I hope you are ok.
Very nice! I like the turn around midway. That perspective change
Thanks for reading and thoughtful comment
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