Buttercup twirls her indigo and carmine frock,
then red-robin minces down to the creek bed.
Her lion’s mane shines
like a persimmon.
Squatting she snaps fiddleheads
for a sumptuous, gourmet dinner.
A bobcat up the cliff freezes
and the forest stops.
Alert, she jerks up her chin.
He’s a buffalo-steak trudging the creek bed.
She stands with pearl oyster teeth
and the gaze of a snow leopard.
Love how you captured the natural moment here, Cj, and also strange because I have just poems on the koru (silver fern coil) and also the snow leopard, and referenced a lion’s mane in another. Are we on the same wave length or what! Love especially “a bobcat up the cliff freezes/ and the forest stops.” I could hear the silence.