Tiny little bones, this was my mission when I walked
into prairie, to find bits of bones for projects
coming up, not sure, but I think they may be bunny.
I walked ever so slowly looking carefully under
the cedar trees for bits of white glaring out at me.
Then I found it, the mother lode...
a deer carcass, was I excited, well bleached bones
just waiting for me to harvest. I felt like Dr. Leakey
on the planes of Africa, though not human bones
(thankfully)
they'll do in a pinch...
can you say HALLOWEEN...
now for the bleaching!
I had found the rack earlier in the spring,
so I wasn't really surprised to find these,
but happy...
Walking through my cedar thickets, exploring,
cataloging in my mind the different grasses
and other prairie flora, now gone dormant
due to drought, yet a warm, quiet beauty
surrounds me as I enjoy a summer's day,
not too many left,
while bunnies and field mice scurry around me,
I take it all in.
treasure hunting and scoring a find,
from the little creatures that roam this sand prairie
and the neighbors cats that cull the moles
and bunnies and birds...
my prairie and it's wonders for me to own for this
one lifetime...I am steward and
guardian...
this is my church, my faith of choice.
now this is why they call it a thicket,
which way do I go...
ouch!
