Parable of the Sown
Yesterday coyote tracked hare across the ridge
laying a skipped stone trail over soft rabbit lope
sowing together an old, old story
which every creature tells, eventually
and every creature knows. No tale goes
unnoticed
ever. That’s physics. Even now
the giant sentinel spruce
who sheltered snowshoe hare
beneath a newly broken limb
at the outer edge
of coyote’s territory
tells this story
season by season
like a parable.
Meanwhile, a forgotten cone
cached in soft duff
is listening.
Beautiful
Thank you, Sherry