
crossing a clearing,
a deer disappears before
eyes can lock on it.

crossing a clearing,
a deer disappears before
eyes can lock on it.

Eight arms
seeking eight
different states
of being.
Winding sinuously
toward eight
different ends.
Wrapping opposing
limbs around
antipodal objectives,
it risks tearing
itself in twain…
but knows better.

at mangrove’s edge:
a croc, mouth agape.
lazy hunter?

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

a still dragonfly
looks perched & ready,
but then falls dead.

a deer walks,
making less sound than
most squirrels.