Tiger Riding for Beginners

Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

spider scurries
 across sands beside 
  lapping waters.

The floating feather
   that eludes my grasp
      isn't haughty or gleeful.

It just rolls, slips, glides,
   and is gone.

on the cobbles
 of an ancient city,
  sparrows peck.

rain tree canopy
 contains city’s secrets
  ‘til the leaf drop.

country road view:
 nothing bigger than a mouse
  is in motion.

moth falls off wall,
 pulls up erratically, &
  struggles for altitude.

downriver drift;
 ferries & fisherman cross
  without collision.

my cave view:
 fields and buildings;
  what did cavemen see?

the land rests
 after the harvest;
  birds feed on remnants.

milky moonlight
 pulls heat from bone:
  winter night.