[A cold winter morning just passed, I came by and took a photo of an event that echoed many times in my brain. Though, I had decided not to interfere in this course of natural affairs, I have been reflecting on it since then. I wrote a poem so I could then move on. Here it is: ]
Can we see?
A grey 'butcherbird' waiting for his meal to die
A giant green grassshopper searching where to lie
The butcherbird sings - a joy of life
The grasshopper writhes - a pain of strife
One wish is fulfilled, another denied
Would Mother Nature be then satisfied?
But watch and learn how paths are destined.
sr Jun23, 2022
