letter to my son
sunday, 9 august
Jacob
Ants tend
their crop.
Ran across a
marmot that just had his ears waxed.
Oops. I’ve barged in on breakfast.
Miss
Swallowtail samples the nectar of a good chokeberry.
A new
generation unfurls.
You know
what a bother it is to keep all those feathers proper?
Deploy brake
flaps.
Extend
landing gear.
Grab on for
dear life.
Those
backward facing knob-knees are actually this heron’s ankles.
A froth of
algae is all that keeps this fly from drowning.
Contestant 4
demonstrates her fetching wasp waist.
Mind if I
join you?
The air is a
buzz with summer.
Love,
Dad
© Tom Taylor
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