Marjorie A. Buettner...


Learning from the Fox

Without rain, the waterfalls are drying up. The grass is brown and the flowers wilted. The lilac blossoms carry a dusty scent, falling at a touch. The fox that skirts my back field looks tired and hot. Today I found him close to the house looking for baby birds that have fallen out of the nest. But it is the absence of fireflies that breaks my heart more than anything else, changing my mood to doom.

learning from the fox-- how to be invisible when visible

in WHCHaibun 2009-06-05

Copyright Marjorie Buettner, 2006