The day is full of such amazing, unexpected, delightful sights
Little sightings, fluttering softly on the edge of our every day
Elusive, searching, trotting here and there
A bright golden/red spot moving along — just over there
Sometimes running in a quick and fast tightly wound sprint
A blur of spun gold with a lush bushy tail.
Time is always spent in the pursuit of food
The minutes the seconds, the hours
The pause…so still…the birds are silent
One life-giving up living for another.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,