It was time for the annual task of trimming the smaller branches from the tree branch that hangs over my house. That entails climbing onto the very pinnacle of the house, which is close to three stories up, and extending the branch-clipper pole into the tree's canopy.
I've written before how I felt using my branch-clipper: like a solitary crab waving its claw around in the current. This time, though, I had company: a praying mantis. The mantis was entranced by the leaves swaying in the wind. It's head swayed back and forth in amazed wonderment at all the shadows.
I lost track of the praying mantis: I hope I didn't inadvertently hurt it. It's nice to think of them as eternal.
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