Aaltoe’s Blog

Into the swamp
A solo sally
Stepping from hummock to hummock
Tenuously balanced
While watching for waterbirds, snakes.
A wet foot from a momentary misstep
The joy of being
Of the swamp.
I grab the garter
By his tail
An uneasy relationship
Soon he slithered away
From his unwanted encounter.
But he had displayed his beauty and his strength
Through his desire to depart.
The fragile frog
I caught with care
His breath, his eyes
Soon suggested he knew
I wanted to hold him
Only briefly
To share his wildness, his courage
His pulsing presence.
The grey squirrel lingered
Almost to say something
Then scampered away, out of sight

I finally headed home
To my supper
My dog, my mom, my dad
My bath, my bed,
My dreams

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