Preparation
Whispering winds surf the canyon's walls,
Stirring up a rainbow of dust from the Painted Deserts floor.
Rushing water cuts through the rocky gorge,
Like a surgeons knife through bone.
Claps of thunder sound in the distance,
Like cymbals being played by a marching band.
A Kit Fox hurriedly trots across the parched earth,
Unsure which direction to go.
A Tit Mouse gathers grass for its nest,
For he knows the night will be long.
A Leopard Gecko stretches out onto a rock,
To soak up the last rays of the sun.
A Harris Hawk perches himself atop a Saguaro,
Watching...listening...waiting,
As if the desert centurion.
The air becomes still.
The sun fades behind the darkend heavy clouds.
All is quiet.
A drop of rain hits the desert floor.
The Harris Hawk takes flight
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Comments: 16
Lovely. And the werewolf journeys on........................
The desert is awesome for viewing but not anywhere that I would want to be stranded.
Esther. One just needs to know how to survive off the land. The desert will provide everything you need to live. Ya just gotta know where and how to find it.