a few tankas

In the setting sun

against burned mulberry leaves

a canary sings:

bars of some gold melody

suddenly freed from the cage

( — elsewhere — )

Amidst the temples

and ancestral memories

tamandua thrive

on an ant infested mound

weilding tongues like spatulas

( — erstwhile — )

There in the blue green

between tumbling kelpweed

a workhorse, a seahorse

continues on its home spree

leading a herd of small fry

( — likewise — )

Returning to caves

in the solemn sonar dark

bats descend to rest

like upside down sleeping bags

hanging among stalactites

#Animals #Tankas #Challenge #4Takes