Beware of Gifts

(I wrote this during winter, haven’t shared it til now)

Danger lurks around us every second of the day. When I throw out bird seed to a bunch of sparrows, they just have a marvelous time, but they also have to keep an eye out for the neighborhood cats. I worried that I was setting them up for suffering, instead of giving them a nice, unlooked for gift. Then yesterday, I noticed the birds were gone, except for three, very still, not moving in the snow, looking like smudges. I thought, Uh oh. Then, a huge, beautifully colored, hawk-like bird floated by, low, a bit further up the field, and I understood. It was like watching the Lord of the Rings with the Ringwraiths on their flying dragons.

So, I thought, Should I continue giving the birds my gift? The gift could mean death if they are not paying attention. Then I thought, all gifts, all things in this life, have the element of mortal danger attached to them. Too much food, not enough—danger of obesity or other food related problems vs. starvation and thievery. Too much money, not enough—danger of greed and arrogance vs. poverty. Everything needs to be accepted with eyes wide open to the danger within us or to the danger of predators around us. So, I will still give the birds my free meals, because anything good, even with danger attached, is still good and happily appreciated. I love gifts and a helping hand, too. I mean, even a hungry hawk would appreciate a helping hand now and then, don’t you think?

Hen House Stalkers

Arrived at the white, red-trimmed hen house for collecting

big rocks to put in the bottom of my new veggie tank garden

Pulled myself out of the car and saw a large rooster

standing on one leg at the road-corner of the coop

black-speckled, brilliant-red wattle and crest, beady eyes staring my direction

He suddenly opened his beak and produced a loud cockadoodling that made

His whole body stretch toward the sky

I laughed and noticed the coop’s open door, protected with a screen-door

and realized this handsome fellow was role-playing Adam’s part

hanging around the forbidden fruits

He ‘doodled again as I clucked the best chicken garble I knew while

making my way around the back of the house to find a pile of rocks

I picked up two rocks, carried them back to the car, turned to make

another trip and noticed the rooster now staring through the screen door

desperately trying to see the invisible cackling hens

He cockadoodled to the sky a couple more times

I laughed again and picked my way to the back for more rocks

After several trips, I saw that the rooster had left, but he ‘doodled from across the

narrow road and an answering ‘doodle sounded from a

second black-speckled rooster, just as imposing as the first

Those hens had better watch out, two roosters stalking on a pretty spring day!

Inaction in the Rain

Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains

Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…

“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”

“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”

“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”

“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end

Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.

The Present in History

(I had this experience back in May 7,  2016.  Just discovered it in my notes)

“Anything else for you? Okeedokee. If you need anything you be sure to let me know, ok?” The waitress made comments and asked questions at all the tables throughout the historic wooden stable room-turned dining area.

I watched her and the other diners, while I soaked up the clatter of plates being cleared off tables, feet thudding across the ancient wooden floors, voices and laughter drifting over from the different booths and tables in the Spread Eagle Tavern and Inn. I imagined hearing Lincoln’s voice chatting with people inside the inn proper, on his way to be president of the United States.

“Did you save room for dessert?” asked the waitress at one of the booths that used to be stables for horses underneath the hay loft.

Actions of Science

(I wrote this last February, never posted it…what’s wrong with me?)

The clothes dryer’s heat vapor blows up in tendrils

puffing over the porch

crystallized snowflakes float down behind the white puffs

I’m inside drinking hot dark cocoa

Dove in a Bad Mood

(This happened this morning under the bird feeder outside)

A girl has to look out for herself now and then

Hard winter freezing to death

Now the husband wants to get flirty

She’s hungry, had enough

Peck, jab, peck, attack

He runs for shelter

She returns to calmly eat like doves do

Then repeats the protection sequence through the day

Knowing that soon, she’ll need to start another family, but

A girl has to look out for her own self now and then