Through tussock and hummock filled horse field
The waddling convoy makes it's arduous journey,
Traversing grass desert speckled with daisies, buttercups, hoof prints,
And yet, these equine beasts are inconsequential;
The greater threat lingers overhead,
The winged murder, antithesis of the energy flowing through the lines that carry their weight;
Silent menace—
Until eruption of feasting caws and rattles of success echo between pylons.
The afternoons' trek draws to a close as the survivors meet the oasis' edge,
The late summer evening made still by the water of the lake.
Glinting through their not-quite-feather fuzz,
Golden hour's sunrays dance across the rippling water of their wake.
Recollections already faded of the lost kin,
Of the black smudges; now mere pegs on the lines that cut across the clouds, yet—
Over oblivious heads of the surviving brood,
A silent maternal understanding
Hanging amongst the midges between Muscovy mother and Goddess—
Venus Genetrix, Venus Victrix;
Natural balance of nature's duality, Shared witness of procreation, and its eventual, inevitable, expiration.
We insects that crawl this planet's surface,
With mind perhaps more alike in the naïvité of these bathing young,
Attention captured by the time of tearful tranquility brought with the decade's turn;
Certainty of life, of death, of health, of sickness,
Of the balance between beings—
Venus Caelestis, Venus Naturalis;
Heavenly, human, momentary acceptance,
Of the balance between all things.
titsay
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
snowghoul
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annaxmalina
germansingergirl
romaincrisis
2087
stormborns
