Keep Looking
Early light
on an almost grass-green.
Appaloosa coated cat
chomps on a freshly caught sparrow.
One ruffled wing flies away
upon a brisk wind.
A perfect morning
for watching,
taking note,
for observing yourself
reacting.
Disgust and joy dance
in the same circle of light.
Keep looking...
soon
you may see
a low hanging squirrel
whisking its tail
behind your eyes
as if you were
a lens held to the eye
of a curious sun
or some yet greater
flame of life.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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