I heard a Killdeer this afternoon.
I saw a lady bug crawling on my windshield.
The breeze huffed through the trees, then died down, and again.
I stopped and looked up at the lady bug, once. She was still.
I think she was holding on.
Of course, she was a she. Duh.
And now she’s gone.
Cars kept zooming by on their way, always taking someone somewhere. So busy…
A grey 4×4 pulled in and parked one over to the left of me. A man with a dark beard sat in the drivers seat.
I cracked the windows to enjoy the breeze and turned the engine off.
It was quiet where I sat.
Distant rumbles of mufflers,
And knots so many knots.
From my view I counted four, maybe five.
Each telling a story.
A smell crept inside, burnt rubber, or something. It distracted me.
I had time, so I drove around aimlessly looking. Until I heard sirens.
There, off in the distance, black sky. I stopped and watched.
After I was satisfied, I returned to my spot next to the the man with the dark beard,
I heard one this afternoon through the screen door while I was rinsing the dishes.
It’s not very often I hear them anymore, but
In the prairie when I was young, the breezes would blow and tickle our legs and the birds would fly above and yell at us, Kill-deer, Kill-deer.
Maybe the clock does tick back sometimes…