Wilderness by Risa Serenity (219/365)

the leaves rustle in the
breeze
the lone wolf creeping around
the brush
an innocent rabbit in its
unknowing last moments
a half dead mother salmon
making her way upstream
she will not know her
children, but they will
follow at her speed
a bear & her cubs find her
spawn, leaving no room for
empathy, for the fish are not
mad at the creature, & the
bear does not know hell
the circle of life knows no
bounds, life keeps going round

~ risa serenity

Arrived in Seattle early this afternoon, and while walking around, I came across a group of four kids offering to write you a poem on any topic, and if you like it, you can pay any amount you want.

I picked Risa to do mine and told her the title was Wilderness. She took about 12 minutes to type out my poem. I think it’s pretty cool. She pulled it off the typewriter, read it to me, and said this was the first Wilderness poem she had done.

Thank you, Risa. I think you’re a good poet.

Behind the kids was a bookstore where I found this card, and I just loved the creatures on it. I call them creatures because that’s the name of the card, “Creatures”. And I think they are pretty cool as well.

I love Seattle. Quirky, different, dirty, clean, unique, diverse, imperfect, and the smell of great coffee everywhere.