are you friend, foe or toy slowly, shyly i creep in your direction tentatively i reach for you sniff you playfully bat at you your tall body springs to and fro i flinch backwards and run to momma she rolls over nourishes and quiets me i’ll be back tomorrow
The bear eyed our host while I scribbled to the digitalgods on my iPad – HELP US! With bated breath, I hit send. Please let the detailed message get through to the police.
The furry beast cast a tall shadow over the camp; our nerves, taut with fear, felt like they would snap at any moment. I quietly wished the bear would decide to crave something other than us campers today.
Right then, I saw a red light on the bear’s coat—he was in the mountie’s crosshairs! With a relieved gaze in his direction, I uttered, “We are safe!”
Each morning, I gaze outside hoping to catch a glimpse of a flitty, flighty little bird suckling the prepared nectar from the red ring of the plastic container swaying in the gentle breeze.
You see, I prepared this favorite cocktail of the hummingbirds hoping to lure them into my sightline for a distraction from the day to day drudgery.
What a smile it would bring, seeing these little creatures exhaustively hanging in mid-air, getting their fill while latched on to this container of sweet sustenance. But alas, none have caught the scent, and I continue to wait each morning.