Of Birds and Seeds

Image: Wynne Parry—Live Science

Unleashed seeds plunge ground-ward welcoming their destined fate.

Birds soar high above with hunger-filled beaks quickly spotting their next sumptuous feast.

Numerous seeds lightly sprinkle the fertile ground.

Those uneaten by the swooping birds burrow through the earth greeting their miraculous death.

They’ll rise again after radically transforming producing a bountiful harvest that the birds will still long to eat.

©2012, Nesi Writes


Boredom’s Chase

Don Russell, Fleeing Evil

Boredom nips at my heels—demanding satisfaction.

I run from its hunger because I’m left empty when boredom hounds me.

Boredom is a ravenous bottomless pit.

If I turn to face this hound, requiring an explanation of its desires, what truth will it impart?

©2012, Nesi Writes