Mowing back field perimeter style
grass shoots outward from it
making ever-shrinking corral
for field ecosystems that hold
zillions of small prey insects and
larger predators. I saw a set
of toad nesting dolls,
a quarter-sized black spider,
and a finger-sized praying mantis.
Squadrons of dragonfly usually
escort and hunt flurried escapees,
but as of yet today not a one.
I wondered if the long hot & dry
put a brake on their aquatic larvae.
As if in answer, one appeared
to convey, “No worries, mate.”
Tao Talk 
Like tiny little universes all about. At least that is what I get from this.
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I think you got it right, Max. They are everywhere, tiny little universes :)
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I took a chance Lisa…if you see me commenting late sometimes…it’s because I have to think about it because sometimes it can mean different things…. I’m still not good at reading the whole picture.
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Just remember, each moment is a unique convergence of the 10,000 things. What you see one moment may be something totally different the next. I think you do just fine at reading the whole picture. Sometimes it doesn’t even need to be “read” just accepted for what it is.
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Thanks Lisa…I do have a inferior complex about poems but I believe I’m getting better. I don’t understand either…because song lyrics give me no trouble.
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You’re welcome. Maybe just think of them as songs that haven’t been set to music yet?
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Yes I’ll give that a try…I did well today! But it was an easier one.
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Beautifully written, Lisa – I love the level of detail in these lines of yours :-)
~David
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Thanks, David :)
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This is a wonderful examination of the universe of life in a small patch of land, its greenery made ever smaller as the mower goes around.
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Thanks so much, Steve. I am blessed to live where I am and to be able to appreciate these small worlds.
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You’re very welcome, Lisa.
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Dragonflies have always been a favorite of mine. Luckily for them, my childhood butterfly net could never capture their beauty. (K)
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They are like tiny, beautiful machines. They rule their universe in water or air form.
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They do.
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Sweet.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome Li
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Are you saying your mowing did not bring up the usual flurry of insect life?
I do love your descriptions here.
Is that your colouring? Pretty and colourful.
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No, there were plenty of “flurried escapees” but no hunters to capture them until one showed up at the very end. I can see where the wording might be ambiguous. Thanks much, Dale. Yes, mine with gel markers. Thanks again :)
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Wonderful. It wasn’t too 😊
I so love colouring!
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Haha — I guess not ! :-D
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