Drawn to the aroma of sweet nectar beckoning from the bell of a blood red trumpet vine blossom, two ruby throated, emerald green avian Apache helicopters hover warily at a petal portal planning inevitable pre-culinary combat. Desire - anger - aggression- violence - fear - retreat - then with all others subdued or bluffed, victor’s lust for self-indulgence is smugly satisfied. Natural traits of the animal kingdom. Don’t deny them. Don’t apply them. With a whir and a flit and a ”love you,” rise above them. Admire the grace of the single hummingbird spectacle. Find another of God’s creatures to exemplify proper social interaction. |
Survival of the Flittest |
These poems are tracks marking the happy meandering path of ongoing discovery ... |