Comes with Thumbs

Wilder Friends,

Something makes a rustle a fox (silently most usually slinks) or a toadlet barely a tadpole fantasy a poet folding a scrap of a poem or dryad shifting her saddle or ancestor spirits coming home late (or did someone lose a lens cap) the weight of sketch in a notebook or sound of the slowly days getting shorter but wait (!) a little lizard a shiny-stripe slither those tiny hands they even have thumbs. 

Wishing you skinks,

Jack Phillips

Plestiodon septentrionalis, northern prairie skink in Saunders County Nebraska on July 6th, 2021. Photo by Neal Ratzlaff.