The ground so cold
each step, a crunch sounding
out the exposures.
Not that the white tailed deer
or the chickadee need my help
when things turn so brutal—
they retain instinctual
know how, the know how
I know I have lost.
I envy the natural mind
of the skunk, chipmunk,
and even the woodchuck
we mock each February second.
This collective mocking
simply betrays our stupidity.
Man tends to take the rhythm of nature for granted, until it slaps him upside the head with floods, fires and winds. You are right, the instincts of the animals and birds are much more astute than all the collective Google knowledge of humanity. Happy Sunday Richard. Allan
Thanks for this contribution Allan.
You capture allusively how I fret over the plight of wildlife caught in these brutal extremes of weather. I savor the musicality in your array of “skunk, chipmunk…woodchuck… mock each February second.” It’s like an audible clucking at the mockery you aptly decry.