In spring
Life continues
In so obvious ways
The baby giraffe
Being born
The squirrel
Leaping limb
To wind-tossed limb
He keeps his balance
How
I do not know
The kitten acknowledges
The sun
Comes back to me
Gazes
Then back
To the sun
We both
Turn back
To that squirrel
Now he hangs from
The smallest branch
We watch and pray
He doesn’t fall
Do cats pray?
Now back
To the baby giraffe
New to the world
Everything is new
In obvious
Even
Not so obvious
Ways
If we look.
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