Tiny Pretty Things: One Deep Breath

This weekend, I finally got the camping trip I'd been looking forward to for so long. Even including the heavy thunderstorm on Saturday night, it was lovely. There was a hummingbird that regularly visited the campsite, feeding at delicate orange flowers around the site (and double checking anything red in our gear - you never know, it could be meant for hummingbirds.) There was a really fat chipmunk that had made its burrow right next to the laundry line support that the park had set up, and there was a little skunk that drifted through the campsite at night to be sure that we hadn't perhaps left some skunk treats out. On the last night, he expressed his displeasure with our habit of cleaning up carefully after dinner by moving one of my sandals - although, to be fair, said sandals were under my tent's vestibule, next to a wild grapevine, so he could have been trying to get to a dropped grape.

Red Daddy Longlegs
Crawls over the tent at dusk
Looking for dinner...

Slim green walking stick
Strikes a vogue on my sandals

Black and white surprise
Waddles through campsites, wild trails
Looking for dinner.
Will he get chocolate chips
Or wild sweet concord grapes?

Iridescent green
Dancing in the morning breeze,
Drinking sweet nectar
Flicks invisible wings
To dance away again.

Tiny round head
Peeks out from the ground
Then is gone again
Doesn't anyone here
want to give me a treat?

Sunlight on purple
Round fat sweet grape bunches
Forest jewels.