Armadillos are the miniature knights of the underworld. Their strange armored bodies are usually seen early in the morning or at dusk; a scurrying blur in front of headlights or as road kill the day after.
When I finally get to see one wrapped in bony layers of silver, pushing a tapered snout into the ground to sniff out ants and grubs, I stare in disbelief. Whether to laugh at such a creature, run away in fear, or praise God for small miracles are all up for grabs.
I watch in silence from only three feet away. The silvery armored tail is pointed in my direction like a sharp, menacing spear. I hear a swish and I’m off like a shot, my forgotten camera still dangling from my wrist. Who wants a painting of an armadillo anyway?
When I finally get to see one wrapped in bony layers of silver, pushing a tapered snout into the ground to sniff out ants and grubs, I stare in disbelief. Whether to laugh at such a creature, run away in fear, or praise God for small miracles are all up for grabs.
I watch in silence from only three feet away. The silvery armored tail is pointed in my direction like a sharp, menacing spear. I hear a swish and I’m off like a shot, my forgotten camera still dangling from my wrist. Who wants a painting of an armadillo anyway?
Carol,
ReplyDeleteI am extremely proud of you! You have a wonderful
artistic talent. I love your art work. I especially like Robin Hood and the Racoons at Sunrise. Congratuations of your accomplishment.
Love Boo
Thank you Brenda, and I hope you'll visit my blog again.
ReplyDeleteLOL .. "Who wants a painting of an armadillo?" Actually, I have a friend who'd probably be thrilled.
ReplyDeleteGive me her name and I'll call!
ReplyDeleteThank you again for all your kind words Kelly. See you in blog land.