You may stop and stare,
but do not pity me.
I may be caged,
but how are you free?
Chained to your desks
while I play & preen;
You spend half your days
glued to a screen.
I delight in my prey;
I pounce when they sing.
Chained to your devices;
you jump when they ping.
I don’t beg for attention.
Selfie? Hear me roar!
Why update the pride
that I just caught a boar?
I owe no one money,
I have no where to be.
Perhaps you are caged,
I am free.
I photographed this Amur Tiger yesterday at Granby Zoo, Quebec. I was amazed how much the photo came out like a painting. It is not. It is my favourite animal photograph I’ve ever taken.
I always find it sad to see a caged animal, but when I read that there are fewer than 400 Amur Tigers left in the wild, I got thinking about how this one might not have survived life in the wild, or perhaps he was bred in captivity and never knew the wild. It got me thinking about North American society today, and how we are living our lives, so much ‘freedom,’ all these ‘toys,’ and yet so little time to actually stop and rest and enjoy living, and that’s how this poem came to be.
For more information about the Amur Tiger and to learn how you can help conservation efforts, please visit http://www.worldwildlife.org/species/amur-tiger
Even in the rain
Your face lights up my whole world
Even when I don’t like you
Even in the dark
When we aren’t talking anymore
Even until death
I dance by the camp fire with a S’more every year. It’s my way of appreciating my life and all my blessings, and trying to entertain my family. It’s me being me and communing with nature. It’s my weird ritual, and man, it feels good.
One year, my family got it on camera, and I posted it for you readers to have a laugh at. My dear friend Larry, who has since passed away, had an especially long
good belly laugh over it. This one’s for you, Lar.
This white poet can’t dance (or rap). I sure do have fun trying, though.
..for being inspired by all the beauty around me!
In between writing books, I often turn to photography and reading other authors’ books as a mini-vacation from the work involved in writing a book. I love writing, but I find I’m at my best when I’m rested, and when I’ve taken a break to be inspired by certain aspects of my world. Such as:
A gift of flowers from our nine-year-old, placed in an old Buckley’s jar…
Entertaining for Friends and Family (Move over, Martha Stewart) :)
The breakfast was cooked by hubby. I just do the decorating :) Wait, not true. The dinner (Salad, appetizer, Indian butter chicken) was cooked by me. But seriously, I write and photograph – I rarely cook. I will cook if I think it will look pretty for my photographs :)
Alright, one more. Having the girls over for drinks? Confession: That’s not research. That’s just plain FUN!
What inspires YOU most in the summertime?