Nature's Nurturing

The greenwood landscape thrums
and throbs in the golden haze
of endless summer days. 
Through the stillness of the woods
the clarion-clear song of a
Cardinal, its voice as brilliant as
its plumage.  The syncopated
tapping of woodpeckers on the
worried trunks of ageless trees.  

The creatures of the forest, furred 
and feathered, favour these long 
daylight hours to rummage and 
scrounge their playground.


Latterly-nested juvenile crows
plaintively flop their midnight
wings harrying fatigued parents
to be fed, uncertain yet to fend
independently.  Amusing an owl,
looking down from above, head
cocked at the familial pantomime
on one side, the purposeful
scurrying of squirrels on the other.