Averting Death by Chance
Like seconds ticking by
upon an aging clock face on the wall
these pines and firs accumulate the past
in piles of browning needles thrown down
to let the future pass.
A gypsy moth staggers by,
on wings that seem to favor chance,
in search of just the proper niche
to incubate her brood.
A winter wren gives chase
and grabs the moth
transforming life to death and back again
before the forest has the chance
to feel the icy larval breath.