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Velociraptor

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Turtles slip into the water
They have for millennia and will for many after
Rustling in the bushes, I listen harder
Gasp to see a carnivore dinosaur, a velociraptor

I halt in my place, try not to sneeze
The last thing I want is to warrant its attention
My scent blown downwind by the breeze
Not getting eaten is my latest intention

I do my best to shrink in my place
Then backtrack one step at a time
Willing my motion to not leave a trace
I retreat from the Cretaceous Period, praying like a mime

A statue of a Velociraptor

Shh, it’ll hear you

NaPoWriMo Day 21

My Heart Lurches

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My heart lurches each time Luna stumbles
Often now, over paths she’s taken a million times

She prances in the cool breeze
I let her chase me for a few steps
Happy to be caught, paying my ransom
In scratches behind her ears

Her breathing is labored after the frolicking
Mine is shallow in empathy
We converge in the moment of
Unconditional love

Luna, a yellow Labrador Retriever in the grass

Luna

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Lost Bat

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Hubby found this bat while mowing the yard late in the afternoon earlier this week. It was on the west side of the house, where the sunlight was just about to reach with the sun going down. It didn’t stay there very long, as next it found shelter under a board on our front porch.

When we looked for it the next morning before sunrise, it was gone. I was glad of that, because I was hoping it was just lost for the one day.

I don’t know what kind of bat it is, but the Mexican Free-Tailed Bats live in the largest urban bat colony under the Ann W. Richards Congress Avenue Bridge, about 18 miles away.

A bat under the house eave

Out of the ordinary

Coyote Echoes

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One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus

Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion

I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time

The coyotes and I share a secret:

The moon is always full

A full moon with clouds, seen through bare tree branches

The moon is always full

NaPoWriMo Day 3