Howler Monkey; Humming Bird; Stairs to the Top of a Volcano; Squirrel

Poetry without words, taken in Costa Rica by the Arenal Volcano.





In squirrels we trust…


One afternoon in the 80s, my parents bought a bucket of KFA and took me into the pine woods offset from Key Biscayne Beach, in Miami. Four-year-old me, sat on a picnic bench waving a drumstick. Gnawing at it with my greasy little fingers, a squirrel slid down the tree and snatched my chewed drumstick. I pulled back, but the squirrel lunged and snipped my finger, punctured skin, then bound up the tree, meat in the locks of its jaws.  My only memory of a family picnic.

I had fun with this one at Coral Reef Park, Miami.