YOUNG BOBCAT
bounded in front of me at Nicasio Creek
as I was driving towards the bridge at dusk.
His undulating spots were mesmerizing
as his undersides flashed rufous and amber.
The white tip at the end of his bobbed tail,
was like a small searchlight or a shooting star.
I didn’t even attempt to reach for my camera.
Sometimes it’s OK to just let it go.
Be in the present. My heart felt lighter for it.
2. Then there are those darker days
when I don’t reach for my camera,
I try to keep it close at hand,
but I don’t always succeed
at keeping the rough beast at bay.
My camera, a small beacon of hope
on a treacherous coastline.
2/22/21
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