Lately, I’ve found myself wondering if animals in the wild behave as we do. I watch the nature show, and I don’t know. I often feel bad for the prey being chased. I yell at them to run!
But as that fails and prey becomes dinner and I see how many of them this one ‘kill’ feeds. I then have to remind myself that they too have to eat.
As my thoughts rounds back to us humans, I wonder – what is our excuse?
pummeling of hope –
out and about while being black
This was in a tree outside my house. A home for wasps, I believe. I never saw it coming, never saw them building. Then came autumn, the tree shed their multicolored clothing and there it was.
Fierce looking in size and demeanor. I didn’t touch it, I did not know if anyone was home; and I was not interested in finding out. So, I left it alone.
Now, this hive is no longer there. It seems winter and its high winds took care of the matter in its own time. A clean sweep. An inevitable change.
until it was not –
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