Buddha's Peace

Prayer flags flutter round the garden space, of 'Buddha's Peace', this sacred place...our chosen name, was given to. Our chickens cluck...our funny duck's...'Stanley' struts, while 'Wattle' watches every thing we do. Our pleasant farm is hatching out in springtime charm. Cluck cluck cluck...puck puck puck...quack quack quack..such healing power, in all the blessed lives we've gathered here, a larger family now...than once we were, and happier by far...ten bunnies born, this dawn...to one of three, and more to come...all hairless, pink...in blind and tiny rapture...squealing for their mother's milk...bedded in their mothers silken fur. I hope they live...I pray that love will kindly tend to them, as garden gates are built, and all is strung with chicken wire. The raptor's soar, the buzzard's wait...a tasty meal, beyond the gate...the rattler slither's in the sand...ratt'lin, as he always has...as 'Buddha's Peace', made more secure, invites the desert in...to us.

Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016   Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: Ubi Soft Forums, Prayer Flags