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

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.

behind the leaf,
a spider hides like a fat
kid behind a pole.

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.