Being mindful walking, I looked for animal tracks in the snow yesterday. The football practice field was pristine, but for a muddled trail. Looked like a DNA strand, with riffs in the snow at the outer curves. I stared for a long time and then realized what it was. A mouse or a chipmunk, attacked by a big bird, and evading. The predator tried 3 times to grab its prey; after the 2nd, the little runner reversed course. As I read the signs and learned the story, my heart sped up, feeling the small creature doing the same. Three narrow escapes. The track ends with deeper wing prints on either side. The little creature is in Mouse Viking Heaven this day, joining the ancestors after a heroic and valiant battle.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Predator and Prey
Being mindful walking, I looked for animal tracks in the snow yesterday. The football practice field was pristine, but for a muddled trail. Looked like a DNA strand, with riffs in the snow at the outer curves. I stared for a long time and then realized what it was. A mouse or a chipmunk, attacked by a big bird, and evading. The predator tried 3 times to grab its prey; after the 2nd, the little runner reversed course. As I read the signs and learned the story, my heart sped up, feeling the small creature doing the same. Three narrow escapes. The track ends with deeper wing prints on either side. The little creature is in Mouse Viking Heaven this day, joining the ancestors after a heroic and valiant battle.
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