Gratitude Poem by Smoky Hoss
Gratitude
In the deep gold-glow of the setting sun
I saw the coyote
run by a Saguaro
dropping the scant remains of a mouse.
An Elf Owl,
nesting safely within the cactus,
espied all, as the coyote paused, then
trotted away, smiling.
The stolid little raptor watched
as the desert vagrant blended beyond recognition
into the rocky solitude,
then head turning, looked down,
then looked up, directly
into my wide-with-wonder eyes.
The owl winked at me,
swooped downward and took the carcass,
in complete silence.
In that solemn moment, assuredly,
I understood the purity of gratitude.
a million stars to light up the desert night watching over the coyote and the owl and the mouse who gave his life so that others could live---
excellent, of course. I love how many different styles you use to write the words in your heart--this short story style is perfect for the tale of a coyote and elf owl and the cacti of the desert world--we too are grateful---grateful for your God-given gift of poetry
Not what I had expected re: gratitude theme. So, it was even more rewarding! Love it, Smoky!
That was a very great experience, dear poet. Anecdotal poem, equally philosophical.5 *s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 4:46:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Grateful for any morsel do doubt!