Atop the A-frame cabin with the rough, ruddy shingles
A great blue heron sits, wings tucked away, beak swiveling
To regard the still waters of the pond. The bullfrogs call
For mates, the dragonflies buzz and flit. Bass lounge in the murky waters,
Waiting for anything to drift their way,
And mink sleep secure in their sandy warrens.
In the office building, halfway across the world,
a family of kangaroo mice huddle together in a hole
gnawed into a mess of wiring and metal fiber.
As strange as it may seem,
All is natural.