Extraordinary!
Shafts of sunlight through
the canopy dance like
the pixies did last evening
and here’s a baby rhino
in wounded bark
and a broken link from
a chain saw and a
discarded yogurt pot
and this branch is a
portrait of a baby elephant
with a mop of moss for her
hair. And joy-filled
I am here and she –
mossy-mop – trumpets in
the sunlight over there

SRM