Under the White Flowers


Under the white flowers a beetle digs franticly to escape a toad,

as encroaching footsteps get louder, a chipmunk stops

and sniffs the air, he rises on two legs, ready

to run. In the distraction, the toad loses

his breakfast, as the beetle buries

itself in the damp mulch,

and worms squirm

to make room.


Life under the white flowers, as the tennis shoes

of the morning walker – pass by.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


18 thoughts on “Under the White Flowers

  1. There are all kinds of exciting things happening under our feet where we walk. Love this beautiful tribute to nature Nico.

      1. So true. All summer I have had a small frog living on the top of my front door frame. He occasionally turns, facing left or right. I spray some water up there for him because it is oppressively hot which is why I suppose he has sought refuge up there.
        Winter before last a small bird did the same thing, slept there from 7 pm to 7 am for about 4 months then one day it was gone. I missed it. 🙂

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