When it comes to rescue—
delivering supplies,
mapping disasters,
finding ways in or out—
who would argue
the value of drones?
But what of the beasts
who survive on mystery,
whose only defense
is distance?
Like the snow leopard
snaking down a mountain,
his supple spotted back
captured by the drone above,
foretelling his destination,
betraying his habits and stealth.
I wonder if he hears
this camera he cannot elude,
and if knowing he’s been found
will change him, the way a horse,
once broken, loses a part of himself,
and alters the world.
Thank you, Jean. We create one little unfair advantage after another. NEVER enough. What a cancer mankind has become.
Thanks, Viki. I couldn’t agree more.
We can and might have already gone overboard with the use of drones. Great post.
Thank you!
Thank you, Geri. I appreciate your stopping by.
Dear Jean Ryan:
John Higgins sent me your blog site and I am glad he did. It does not take anyone very long to become a
fan of your work as a painter and writer. The final stanza to your poem —
I wonder if he hears
this camera he cannot elude,
and if knowing he’s been found
will change him, the way a horse,
once broken, loses a part of himself,
and alters the world.
Takes the reader’s head off (to paraphrase Emily Dickinson’s way of responding to a true poem).
A wonderful poem. I shall delve deeper into your work as this week unwinds.
With all good wishes,
Louis Phillips
Louis, thank you so much for this beautiful note. One should wake up to comments like this every morning.