Nature is no gentle mother in the desert.
Her children are few and spiteful:
Scorpions and rattlesnakes,
jackrabbits too tough for stewing,
brittle grey sagebrush
and ten thousand kinds of stickers.
Nature is a harsh mother
except in the spring.
Give her one good drink,
and she becomes a floozy
decked in garish flowers,
mating and polinating all over the place.
If you love her, make it a quickie
Her soft mood won't last and before you know it
she'll devour her young.
!!! LOVE the poem--and what a fun way you've come up with to approach the A-Z challenge.
ReplyDeleteTerrific, Roxie. Nature is a rambunctious and often cruel mother. I was just thinking about that on my way home from the gym this morning. What a dog eat dog world it is much as I'd like to deny it. That's why we writers have to keep plugging away for the side of bunnies, flowers, and kitties. Well, guess a wildcat or alligator (or human) has to step in to make it exciting.
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