Shaking our fist at the tiger

this morning,
life waged itself
under the pin oak
in our shaggy
suburban lawn

with a flash of
russet-feathered
talons and a
tumble of grey fur.

it could have gone
either way.

today, grey fur fled
and russet feathers flew
and no one had
a perfect morning,

but everyone lived
to try again.

if that isn’t defiant joy
shaking her fist
at the tiger
I don’t know what is.

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I’m Tracie Nichols, M.A. I guide edge-walking women through the wild and unpredictable borderlands of deep growth and change. I especially love supporting highly sensitive, intuitive and body-wise women who are creating businesses of their own. I’m a business and life coach, aromatherapist, poet and rebel crone.

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