Fear of the moment gone in a flash…

Whispers quiet

there on the edges by the liner

can you see it?

It dares not approach


teeth bared and hackles raised

it stays.

Is that fear we feel?

Or disconnection?

Standing there steadfast in our resolve

knowing we are there

we are in the moment

yet knowing


the fear

between us a tiny tree

sprung to life three springs ago

grasping for the sky

to the other side an empty bucket

and then

the menace

the red eyes

the bared teeth

is that fear we feel?

the moment slipping away

as the squirrel darts up a tree.


Sandler Boggs

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