Using my computer has become temporarily most challenging. I have a cast on my left arm due to a break in a small wrist bone. So, postings will be briefer for the next few weeks. This is a real lesson in patience.
TRUCE
Few trees
dot the endless shimmering desert,
mile on mile of blue sage softness
falls away to dry lake beds.
Ancient windmill platform
on the Double O ranch
makes a nest for a Canada goose
where she broods her clutch of eggs.
Gray feathers blend to weathered wood,
serpentine head rests in shadow
as her vigilant eye follows this trespasser
who marks a respectful distance.
Lower on the windmill
a great horned owl crouches,
henlike, on her nest.
Lovely cat face, eartufts erect
she too watches.
Hunter and hunted are now
two cautious mothers.
Need mandates a truce:
bone-deep enmity is set aside.
Two patient hens
warm the next generation.
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