Helmed Warrior
Proud little thing. Holding on to a blade of grass as he surveys the terrain, what he senses.
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And on my hand for a while, while I got the blade of grass ready for his consideration.
Up and down the blade he went, undecided on a course or direction. Wonderful coloured helmet.
What goes on in his tiny mind, is it really that small … He doesn’t need much inner space for his functioning.
Pointed little fella. Represented in his horned helm of green. Casting about for indications, of what is important …
While I was inspecting the tree with all the christmas beetles this little fella landed at my feet and proceeded on his (or her) mission, to travel, to feed, to mate and die under the sun and moon.
What we all do in one way or another. And along the way if we get to actually enjoy doing it all, just being here, how lucky is that, and a bit of work.
What a wonderful world … or earth, the simple things being, being simple.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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