snarling

 snapping princess

 she fiercely stood her ground

dangerous ground, 

the middle of the road

country road though it was, 

 i moved her, 

knocking off

 her mucky camouflage

in the process

and hearing fierce annoyance 

 and this lady, all painted and lovely,

also protested

 but i did move her ever so carefully, 

no stick needed 

this week, mid-sinusitis, 

i bought a sun hat.

the same day the painted lady

survived the road,

for a while. forever, 

i hope.

now, sunday evening, two doctors,

various health procedures and meds,

one dentist later,

i am on the mend.

turtle learning

lessons. i am pondering this turtle, i assume a female, who wandered through my life yesterevening. i interfered and it only brought her back into my yard, and a while later she was in the road. i scooted her from behind off the road, but who knows, she was almost running her way off the tar anyway. i fear their crossings.

she was assertive and intelligent in an ancient armed house. elephant skin and algae shibori. and nails that hurt like hell if you get in their way. see her face? is she laughing at me, or merely annoyed?


i'll be back after two days in the woods in the adirondacks. i will encounter bugs, perhaps, and miracles if i'm lucky.