size matters.

Posted on July 17, 2012 by eteal

I am too small for you to hide behind.

and my heart is too big for you to ignore.

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Petals

Posted on July 15, 2012 by eteal

 

Release what you don’t need.

 

 

 

What is essential remains.

 

Who knows who may come to feed?

 

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Way.

Posted on July 14, 2012 by eteal

Oh, Deer!

I think we went the wrong way.

Really?

Perhaps, like me,

you just need to graze.

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PIck it up!

Posted on July 13, 2012 by eteal

I am not a rat with wings.

 

 

 

You leave your trash for me,

and I do the best to recycle it.

but I can not use most of it……

 

 

 

 

 

and what’s the matter with rats anyway?

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Crawling

Posted on July 11, 2012 by eteal

Crabs at the edge of the river,

in the river,

on the bank,

busy busy busy!

Unseen, a dog watches,

wise enough to keep his nose out of their busy-ness.

 

(I am traveling.

With brush and phone, I will post and attempt to chronicle my encounters of the ministries of animals.  Rev. Lizzie.)

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Come follow me

Posted on July 11, 2012 by eteal

Two red-headed woodpeckers dash past me.

SEE! Did you see?

Come!  Follow your love.

Fly.

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Where am I?

Posted on July 10, 2012 by eteal

Lost.

Found.

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Weave.

Posted on July 8, 2012 by eteal

If

you’re

hanging 

by a thread,

build

a web.

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hoot.

Posted on July 8, 2012 by eteal

An Owl in the Oak

 

silently swooped over the fence

and was gone,

taking my sleep to some distant meadow.

Eyes wide open,

I saw it go.

 

 

 

 

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Eaten.

Posted on July 7, 2012 by eteal

Dragonriders come to my rescue.

Swooping in they capture the foe, their meal.

Thus I am not the food of their food.

Friend or foe?

Dragonfly and mosquito.

All is food

for thought.

 

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