Spring peeper’s cheery chorus
Winter’s knocked to it’s knees
Not before unfinished business
Weeds sprouting from last year’s seeds
Newly hatched mosquitoes, gnats, fleas
Which brings another question to mind
If the frogs are so happy
Can the snakes be far behind?
Crepe paper promises
Lay tattered and torn
Last corn dog eaten
My way, highway folks
Disappeared down expressways
Disagreement equaled excuses
In their monochromatic minds
Somebody won, somebody lost
Couldn’t lose what you didn’t have
Those with the least
Gave the most
An osprey nest is at the top of a tall palm tree in a nearby neighborhood. I pass by it every day.
Today, one of the parents was on the nest with the babies. The other parent swooped in, fish clenched in talons. They’re wonderfully attentive parents. Raising offspring, is indeed, shared 50-50 between sexes.
The thought passed over–like a dark cloud. Would I think this scene as endearing, if the parent had a captured puppy or kitten?
To the family of predatory birds–it was just food. One life sacrificed for another in the food chain–without emotion. My heart would break. Even if the kitten/puppy were mine, there’d be nothing I could do.
What if the nearby mother cat, upon hearing her baby’s cries of terror, attempted the tree? Her efforts deterred by sharp thumps from osprey talons.