The braches on boughs broke.
Lying lifeless. Casualties of the white out.
Lost soldiers, abandoned by their unit.
Under the weight they could not withstand.
Only now revealed
Perfect circle encircling more circle.
There is a blackstone panther, she re-enlivens each night
A path of sprawling
The little girl awaiting her bus told me so.
She tugged my coat and pointed as I passed: I see her at night.
Does she have a name, I ask?
She just nods and waves.
I smile and turnaway.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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