A luna moth hangs on the lower mullion of my kitchen door. Delicate, dying perhaps, the most beautiful thing, brilliant green against the blood-red, reverse colors of a Christmas ornament. On the gray and maroon mottled slate of the porch, lurking beneath a glass patio table is a brown-mottled toad, masquerading as a dead leaf, biding time. Noticing neither, is the Doberman, sleek, black, constantly in motion.
Dare I interfere? Dare I upset the universe?
Causes Mara Buck Supports
Kennebec Valley Humane Society, Amnesty International