Salutations Madame

“And then, just as Wilbur was settling down for his morning nap, he heard again the thin voice that had addressed him the night before.
“Salutations!” said the voice.
Wilbur jumped to his feet. “Salu-what?” he cried.
“Salutations!” repeated the voice.
“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?”
“Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.”

― E.B. White

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(images of a praying mantis resting on a sweet bay / Julie Cook / 2014)

How gracious and kind most creatures seem to be upon first meeting.
It all begins with the startling moment of the initial encounter.
There is an equal and somewhat awkward moment of contemplation.
Not so much a confrontation, but more of a cautious observation.
Both parties wary yet curious.

A wide berth is usually offered by both opposing parties.
Plenty of space with the avoidance of claimed territory.
Eyes remain intently locked on one another’s every move.
No one wants any trouble, as the curiosity remains.
A healthy respect provides a safe barrier.

Heads pivot as glances are exchanged
Each partner vies for the best viewing advantage
One scampers under as the other moves in a bit closer
A minuet of odd dance partners befitting an eloquent choreography.
Slow step in, slow step out, turn, up and under all in 3/4 time.

And just when each entity grows more relaxed, more comfortable,
the exchange is suddenly over,
as each individual returns to the world of other.
Appreciation, respect, wonderment and awe,
it all begins with a simple greeting

4 comments on “Salutations Madame

  1. Lynda says:

    As always, amazing photos and poetry about one aspect of the dance of life. Have a great weekend.

  2. Lovely.. great shots of the praying mantis too!

  3. Ah quoting CHARLOTTE’S WEB tonight, are we?! I love your photos of the praying mantis. I found a very young one in my yard last week and he was fine with me working close by near the rose he was on, but when I got a little too close up went those front feet in its attack mode. I had to chuckle at the thought of him trying to take on something as large as I am, but I didn’t want to press the issue or hurt the little guy so I backed away and he relaxed and eventually went merrily on his way. Love the post and photos! Hugs, N ❤

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