Nature’s not all
pretty things.
Sometimes, its long 
night with crickets
in one ear
and frogs in the other.
And miles of burned
out trees and dead
brush and cuts on
palms and toes.
And empty deer
carcuses with popped
eyes and flies.
Sometimes, not even
Thoreau could make me
love nature.
I have no nice words
for when nature bares
its ugly face.