“Litany for the Animals Who Run from Me”
Anything can be a bird if you’re not careful.
I should say something nice about the weather.
I should be in awe of the living, but the world dulls
when I step into it. The squirrels scatter, the branches
lift. Sure, I’ve hurt the ones I’ve loved
by not paying attention. Not alone — never alone
is a lesson I need to understand. It was you who said that.
It’s you still. You who says, Look! You who points
to the sky. You who tilts my chin toward the heron,
who cups the minnow in your hands,
who spots the deer miles ahead, who dulls
the world with your absence. You who says, Look!
& when I look, you are gone, replaced
by the whitetail’s hind legs, fading into the bush.
live in the layers 
Dear Natalie,
You have no idea how much I look forward to April and your posts. I hold my breath as the month approaches hoping that you will continue. Your choices are wonderful and now the art by your friend is stunning. I so enjoyed her work last year and feel very fortunate that you both will continue on another year.
Poetry is truly part of the awe of the living.
Be well and thank you. thank you. thank you. Ann
Ann Fitzmaurice http://www.think-yoga.com
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Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to bow and kiss the earth. ~Rumi
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Thank you, Ann! So glad and grateful you’ve been a dedicated reader all these years. ❤ Natalie