By: Mark Kodama

The Fly
The noise of the fly,
Shattered quiet of the shade,
On a summer’s day.
Undocumented,
But history nonetheless,
Etched in the
Memory of a mortal man.

The Frog

The frog eyed its prey.
A dragonfly hovers near.
Thwaak! Mmmm. Delicious.

The Dying Coyote

The coyote cries,
As death patiently calls him.
The fate of living things.

Bones of the hominid

Bones of the hominid,
That no longer walks the earth
Extinct for years past.

The Tree Snail

The tree snail dies,
Its kind forever extinct,
2019.

Star Dust

We were born of stars
And to stars we shall return,
To be born again.