
When setting sunlight warms
silvery tree trunks &
mangrove reeds,
and they alternate with
deep shadows,
I finally understand
the tiger’s camouflage.

When setting sunlight warms
silvery tree trunks &
mangrove reeds,
and they alternate with
deep shadows,
I finally understand
the tiger’s camouflage.

a deer walks,
making less sound than
most squirrels.

the lion looks cross,
but, perhaps, it’s just a mask.
who knows the lion’s mind?



in commonplace grass:
a hidden delicacy
for tiny birds.

for any deer pair,
there’s one cautious,
& one obstinate.

bird at work:
flitting branch to branch,
seeking perfect seeds.

deer eyes walker.
jumbo jets scream overhead,
but it heard stick crack.