She said as she happened upon the metal sculpture, reminiscent of lawn-and-mowerless Southwest yards. Why Westchester? she wondered, thinking perhaps the sculptor or store owner still heard the dry snap of desert in this wet and sticky verdure. People used scarecrows, we could use a scare coyote to keep the sunflowers safe and possibly give another one pause….as he stands at the edges, looking for his moving food, ears up, tail down, eyes alighting on the outline.
I only hope he doesn’t think she’s cute.
Copyright 2012, Lori Fontanes