A sharp lookout sits in a tree
Watching a parade of turkeys
I am hiding well it seems to me
As the sun gently breaks the clouds.
The sun sets calling it a day
A lone sentinel sits as branches sway
A mindful drift of food and play
My day isn't over some will say.
A tiny wisp of milkweed seed floats on top of the water. So serene and delicately out on the prairie.