Desert Floor

As I look out upon the desert floor, its beauty I espy. A lizard awaits the sun to land for its’ sunning to apply. A mother quail runs from her hole with 7 chicks in tow. A comedy of running feet, they are found rarely still at all. A mother dove nests high above, in a saguaro nestled deep. A cactus wren finds fruit up high, from a cactus she will eat. A hawk soars high above it all, seeking a breakfast to enjoy. As fruit trees abound in every yard, amid varied colored stones. Geese find lakes and golf course ponds with only minor flights. But don’t forget the smaller things that crawl within the night The occasional snake will rear its head to look around or bite. But in cities they are rare, preferring desert solitude and quiet. You best be quick or miss it all, no other choice there is, I insert. We’re not alone within these lands of desert sands and dirt. In a place most think lost, with no more than destitute emptiness, Is a place where people and migrating birds seek to live with cactus. And don’t forget the forests high; with wildlife found that’s rather large. Where bears and pumas dance each day in some one’s great backyard. Far away a coyote runs a jackrabbit deep into the hidden earth. As armadillos move along before found, in the daily heats rebirth. Don’t be silly some will say… it’s only sand, and dirt, and heat. But I know it comes with great abundance and multitudes complete. There are those who know the truth, like you, and of course like me. Who each day find life, and beautiful sunsets in its magical relief’s.