
mountain magpie
flits from post to post,
skirting our camp
mountain magpie
flits from post to post,
skirting our camp
the cattle afar
turn sharp eyes upon me,
and i know they’re wild
monochrome moth,
but for its yellow cape,
looks pencil drawn
caterpillar queue
marches in lockstep
across the road
rimmed with black tadpoles
& roiling with orange koi,
the lake brims with life
dragonfly lovin’
plays out through a high-speed
darting dance
the butterfly
in the cool morning air
can’t flee foot thunder