deep in the forest
spots of light
spatter in a spray
a disco ball pattern
tilting too slowly
to be seen
by humans
but a blur
to the trees
humans are to trees
as hummingbirds
are to humans
flitting too fast
to recognize
living too briefly
to seem useful
By B Gourley in nature, outdoors, poem, Poetry, Wilderness on December 9, 2016.
