Poem · January 1, 2014
Suffering
About to turn left out my drive,I catch a small coyote to my right,not far down side the road.It is motionless, eyes toward me till I proceed,and it goes quietly away.Haven't seen one in quite a while,though from things in the news,and the tracks, they are all around.
So too suffering in our world,as if it keeps mostly out of view,except in the news and occasional close view.But isn't it all around?