letter to my son
sunday, 9 august
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.
© Tom Taylor