One day I passed a gray monkey, and something made me turn. I caught the primate in the act of issuing a burn. Its eyes were closed; its tongue stuck out. Its head twisted to tease. And when it saw me seeing it, for a sec, it did freeze. As if not a thing had happened, and it was not to blame. Before I could make my rebuke it multiplied my shame. by blowing me a raspberry followed by a big smirk. Then it scrambled away before I went truly berserk.
a flying fox circles in mid-day light: its prey, diurnal fruits
giant stag beetle with broken antler and limp still freaks me out
the hawk's head-shifts are precise and follow in rapid succession... and then cease it lifts one feather at a time as if sniffing its pits it shifts from talon to talon, and then once more it seems to be settling in, getting comfortable for a long stakeout... and then it's gone, diving off the ledge, disappearing into the city valley
noisy parakeets loop above the neighborhood: just flockin' around
There once was a quite sizable bear -- yet more imposing for its shaggy hair. "If I took a shave, I'd better fit my cave, but hunters would laugh, not beware."
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
the !n(tro)verted yogi 