The Art of Flight

The Art of Flight

  Like a bird who can’t enjoy flying but instead only pecks, eats and drinks, I race from one activity to the next.   I end each day stretched out on the bed wanting nothing but sleep.   But suddenly I awaken. I watch my movements fast and jerky, my...

The Limping Lizard

The lizard limps down the middle of the dirt road. I stop the car, climb out, herd him to the side. He only perseveres back to the center, with a three-legged limp, right front leg held high.   Heart screams, no, poor baby!   He should be lifted on all fours...