Small mercies.

Small mercies.

The motion of a Hummingbird

Inching back and forth

Wings barely visible

A blur of purposeful activity

Sunlight striking a stickleback

Darting in shallows

Tickled into a jam jar

Sliding out before the lid shuts

The dance of a Mayfly

Song of a skylark

Arc of a rainbow

Full face of the moon

The call of a lonely wolf

Carried on the wind

Is the answer

Nothing more than an echo

A gradual fade into silence

Bouncing to and fro

The sound barely audible

Until lost in this reverie

A thing of beauty

A moment of clarity

The lack of charity

In nature

Is perfect poetry

With only one solitary goal

To feed the hungry soul.