Strange Moments

Strange Moments

Strange, the moments
—that cling to us
—that lure us like bait dangling
from a hook, ‘come, taste, it is
right here.’

Seeing, yet not seeing
—something, someone approaches.
Hearing a subtle bending of leaves
—A crisp cackle followed by
a calming silence.

Rising like smoke from a fire,
a stately being appears
dressed in soft fur.

Through parted nostrils
—vapors from her breath
join spirit and matter
enveloping her created self
bringing to life
this moment.

Our intimate connection
—creature and human.

Nature nurturing a 
solemn moment.

She is a prayer
needing no words.

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