Lola Michelin
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Eagle Eye
It is morning at the zoo where I work. It is already hot, typical of our Florida summer. I am standing just off one of the public pathways on a patch of grass, shortly before the gates open and the… Continue reading
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Winter Words
Though I wrote this nearly a year ago, today it simply appeared on my screen to my surprise. I imagine it was something bidding me to pick it up again, and so I did.. Today, I walked again. I took… Continue reading
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Love Conquers Fall
Seattle has traded in her summer dress for the layered look. She wears a billowy grey shawl of fog over a thick sweater of downy skies. She has shed the sunburned brown grass of August for a last gasp… Continue reading
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Poor Crippled Flesh
Too often my hands have come to rest on a rapid beating heart, a fading pulse, a trembling wing or unweighted limb. In their distress, an animal will yield the offending paw or hoove, rest a heavy muzzle on your… Continue reading
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Storytelling from the White Witch
Animals are like wet cement…everything that touches them leaves an impression. This was not a name or a path that I gave myself. Like so many people find, your true self reveals itself to you over time,… Continue reading
