he found me sitting, legs crossed
black leggins with a bit cut out
just where attraction begins
he smelled all around me,
even the book I was holding.
he offered static pause so I could watch, his energy and legends felt deep within me.
I wasn’t as terrified as most
would have been
his presence came through peacefully
and i found myself worshiping him.
looking back he wandered off slowly, maybe
sensing the aroma of another or giving up on me
and I was left to assume
which is never good.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
The thrill of nature in so many ways, Red, yes.
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Thank you, Zak. ♡
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Better a fuzzy bee than the mosquitoes I seem to attract, Audrey! Lovely words today!
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Thank you, Debbie. I attract all things with wings. 🙄
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Beautiful and bittersweet, Audrey. It’s nice to see you back in blogland. 🧡🍁
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I thank you, my friend. Its nice to be here. I miss the writing world.
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“Makes an ‘ass’ of ‘u’ and ‘me’ I believe they say …
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Very well could be, Ben. I’m certain I’ve made an ass of myself quite a lot.
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Me? Never! 😎
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Sure… 🤓
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I’ve never been sniffed by a wolf before. I wonder if that was what this was?
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A bumblebee, Butch. And it was fabulous. Loved how it made me feel for a long while. A wolf wouldn’t pay me much mind, I don’t believe.
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