tweets & cheeps i hear them all: dainty expressions of tiny birds i hear them amid the neck-stretched caws of jungle crows & amid the circling screech hawks weightless birds: flitting & jumping, flitting with wings blurred to invisibility & jumping: bounce - bounce - bounce
in a tree hollow,
snails multiply as far
as the eye can see
a spider scurries
across the sand, without
dislodging a grain
Do you feel unease, walking in tall grass? Visceral tension? A primal impression from a time when a wounded beast [on its belly, & with labored breath] retained enough energy for one last lurch to impale its hunter? A raspy groan or bloody burble, and the jerky wave of the grass might be all the warning one got before The End.
the bunny is still, believing itself unseen, but those ears don't blend
Hanuman langur stops scratching its butt to look thoughtfully
i look at the clouds, and notice an Orb-weaver, seemingly floating
There once was a mischievous macaque with a knack for invading knapsacks. When a zipper stuck, 'twas his terrible luck to get locked in a trunk & run out of snacks.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 