They are the smallest of seeds. Set with care in a tiny feeder suction-cupped to my kitchen window. How can this offering, a mere handful...

The tree outside my kitchen door has become a symphony of liquid notes from golden throats. They chirp and flutter, voicing the joy of a...

These poems are not important enough to be bound in silent books. Rather, let them dart out of the window, bright eyed, to land on your...

What would you do if, without warning, men came to your home said you must leave, you will leave now, this very moment. stop feeding your...

It started life as a moist speck, afloat in an ivory shell. It grew, feeding on a miracle of food within itself. Eventually, it was...

I was mistaken, and thought we got to choose our spirit animal. But no... mine has chosen me, most decidedly. I’m told it means I have a...

It was bitter cold out but she was used to that. Thankfully she had a long down coat that covered even her toes if she sat just right. So...

Can you imagine sustaining your life sip by sip? A nibble here, there a small lick, perhaps a grain or two. Always on the knife edge of...

It pays to remember that we are all still animals. We may not have the same words, but the feelings that words were invented to capture...

It is the smallest things that find their way into the wellspring of my heart. The microscopic spider hardly bigger than a comma who...

I tried to be on time today, I really did! Rushing out to meet a friend who is highly organized (10:30 actually means 10:15). I left my...

It was the flash of pale blue shirt that caught my eye back and forth and back from shed to house past the kitchen window... then a spark...

There’s often a skinny fox trotting down the road by my house. Yesterday she (and I always think of this as a she-fox) was carrying a...

The dog and the cat are having a standoff in front of the wood stove. The cat sits on the brick hearth. The dog lays on her pillow in...

Eat when it is offered. Sleep in the sun. If you itch, scratch. Greet people joyously. My four-legged teacher cannot read, but if she...

We should have asked before trespassing, but something about the golden light slanting through the pillars of trees entranced us,...

It was the most solemn of promises, extracted from me when speech was difficult at best. With fervor and a kind of burning, he made me...

It is nice that Peaches is playing for a change. She is unusually dour for a cat. Not much purring or rubbing against your leg. She’s...

A small goldfinch perched on the windowsill and peered into my kitchen. Well, it didn’t perch so much as cling for dear life with its...

It was the smallest gift I have ever given, no bigger than a fruit fly. It was a fruit fly, in fact, captured after 15 minutes and much...