As the sun comes up on a cold desert morning, it’s time to warm up.
“Can’t a guy sun bath in privacy?”
Annoyed, the roadrunner tries to duck into the desert grasses.
Not being one who prefers to hide,
he moves on —
Occasional stopping to see if I was still following.
Darting lift and right through the brush and dead prickly pear,
seeming to enjoy the chase, continues a haphazard path.
Stopping again to check my presence,
he decides to pick up speed and move on — curiosity gone. — Images by kenne
