Petey finds a young abandoned peccary under a mesquite tree and looks up just in time to see a large group of peccaries disappearing into the grassland. “Those critters aren’t coming back,” he quietly muttered and stared at the beautiful creature at his feet.
I love following the drainages out of the mountains and across the deserts, observing all the plants and animals that follow them as well....
This poem was originally written as part of the 2012 poetic inventory of the Saguaro National Monument East. Writers, poets and at least one...
Petey needs to talk about currants and gooseberries and he does. You better listen.