Wistful eyes. Not knowing what is ahead. He will guide. Guaranteed.

Looking askance. Making sure there is not a rival. Then suddenly swooping in for a quick sip. Many such sips to power a hurried lifestyle. Sated.

Food Factory

A warm sunny day. Not a stir. Not a wind. Blanketed in sunshine. Everything is so calm. Everything is so quiet. Or is it?

A Cooper Hawk's Delight

A squirrel on a redwood tree. He goes up and down in small spurts. After a small sprint, he stops abruptly. And watches. He heads up a tree. Suddenly turns and heads down. Then he moves sideways around the broad trunk. All to avoid me. I will not harm him. The cooper hawk above will. He missed it completely: breakfast. Redwood smiles.

Awash with his glory. Basking. He is soporific. Relaxed with not a worry in this world.

Iridescent. Camouflaged. Brilliant. Shinning. Some of the words that cannot exist without him. What can even possibly exist without him?

With such brilliance he awakes. Glowing. Conquering darkness. Dominating. Overwhelming. Aaaaah.

I have a supposition: This flower is a student of history. She chose her colors wisely. These are the colors the nobles chose. It is the color that the erudite from hallowed portals wear to signify their completion of the journey. It is the color that religious men wear on solemn occasions. It is the color between red and blue. It confuses him.

A woodpecker pecking. A chipmunk clucking. A mockingbird mocking. A wise owl hooting. A finch beeping. An indigo bunting whistling. A cedar waxwing hissing. All in a day's work for him. Orchestral!

A dramatic emergence from slumber. Establishing his dominion over all things, he brings life. Life at the expense of others' including.