Judy Underwood on chasing Rainbow, Google.com
Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams
She waits in the deep, dense forest,
Lurking in the shadow where the sun is defied
lapping water from an ice-encrusted stream,
She is stealth wrapped up in a tawny hide.
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She hears more by instinct than by listening,
Her paws like radar upon the glistening shale,
And, she's keenly aware, when you're two miles away,
of your horse as he plods up the trail.
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She has ample time to consider her options,
Whether scientists believe she can reason or not,
She could stay where she's at, undetected,
Or head back up the slope at a trot.
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Instead, she crosses your path when you're almost upon her,
Like a dancing sunbeam teasing a child,
leaving her track in the trail just to inform you...
You've been that close to something that wild.
Lurking in the shadow where the sun is defied
lapping water from an ice-encrusted stream,
She is stealth wrapped up in a tawny hide.
#
She hears more by instinct than by listening,
Her paws like radar upon the glistening shale,
And, she's keenly aware, when you're two miles away,
of your horse as he plods up the trail.
#
She has ample time to consider her options,
Whether scientists believe she can reason or not,
She could stay where she's at, undetected,
Or head back up the slope at a trot.
#
Instead, she crosses your path when you're almost upon her,
Like a dancing sunbeam teasing a child,
leaving her track in the trail just to inform you...
You've been that close to something that wild.
Yao'su, same as Art or Yisu,
In Beijing, 1=yao=yi=One...
