Each day I pray for a pleasant surprise to come my way and for the ability to recognize it when it comes. This weekend I had two but will only write about one of them today. It was a phone call from my sister, Mary, asking if I was alright because she hadn’t seen my blog for a week. Mary and I don’t talk all that often so I thought it very sweet of her to check up on me. Not only that, it brought to mind a poem she shared with me a few months ago which I really liked and she gave me permission to share it with you. Enjoy.
Beautiful and Feisty
A mouse that stands up to full height
Bares its teeth ready to fight
The cat stalking its prey
But mouse is not the entrée today.
A snake ready to fight to the finish
An eighty-pound dog that can’t diminish
It’s tenacity as it returns bite for bite
Not knowing when to give up the fight.
It refuses to slither away
From a dog amusing itself for the day
But coiled and tattered the snake now I find
Is grateful to be dropped over the fence to unwind.
The spider that drops on a thread stronger than steel
Quickly mummifying its next meal
And just as quickly hauling it home
To the top of its web to eat all alone.
The baby squirrel that falls from its nest
And does what a baby squirrel does best
Cries for help from anyone near
Its cries do not fall on deaf ears.
Its parents come to determine the damage
And figuring a way to manage,
The dad pins it down and holds it in check
While the mother grabs its babe by the neck.
Up the tree she runs with great speed
To attend to this little ones need
A scratch on the head seems to be all
The little one suffered from such a great fall.
The mourning dove that hits the pane
And rises up to fly again
A headache may be all it received
From the patio door that so deceived.
The racoons with their bandit eyes
Ignore my frantic shooing cries
They think it is their right
To raid my garbage can each night.
The dog that boldly saves its cat
From a coyote looking for a fast snack
The coyote was the one to take flight
From an eighty-pound dog ready to fight.
The ants that moved their nursery inside
A stupid place for ants to hide
They covered most of the kitchen floor
Too many just to drop out the door.
I don’t know what they were hiding from
But I am sorry to reveal their eventual outcome
A long dark tunnel with no light in sight
The vacuum canister ended their flight.
There are many more stories I could add
Some happy, some sad
For nature truly rings
With the beauty and feistiness of all living things.
©Mary Frances Martin