The Daring Ones - March 26, 2024

in a flock of mourning doves

spooked into a tornado of flapping feathers

one doesn’t move

then there’s that butterfly   powered

by those fragile fall-apart wings

that today  lands on my finger

my pond’s tiger-koi hovers in front

of the other fish   his mob-boss face

challenges me as I approach

just like us   nature has its bold

its risktakers who don’t run

from fear so easily

the few that want

to change their designation

that don’t fit into prey or predator

and if they were in Mr. Darwin’s class

would probably be the ones

throwing spitballs at him

when his back was turned