There was a hauntingly beautiful sunset last night on the southern California coastline.
I was inspired to haiku whilst standing on a slight rise above our lagoon and my phone captured this strangely intense halo effect.
My poetry chops are a little rusty…but writing a haiku is like creating a post on Twitter; that 140 character limit causes drastic slash and burn style editing and revision to convey only the essence of intention. No word salad here!
Is it really Wednesday already? On my way to a Pilates class, here’s my contribution:
Moose Resting in Tall Grass in Grand Tetons.
He didn’t move all day. He was about ten feet from the trail when we began our hike and four hours later, he was still there. We watched him for a while, admiring his rack (ha ha) and wondered how anyone could kill such a beautiful creature and mount the antlers on a wall for decoration.
It hurt our heart and soul to think that if this lovely animal wandered off the protected lands of Grand Tetons National Park, he’d be slaughtered.
If I was anti-hunting before this trip, I have become (if possible) even more militantly against animal murder.
At the risk of offending anyone, I’d like to suggest that hunters have sociopathic tendencies. That opinion was derived from an animal rights group and it resonates with me.
I guess this wasn’t so wordless after all.
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