"Stop! You’re stealing. That’s my garden.”

The majestic crane ignores my warning. It grabs another bite. Saunters towards me. Speaks: “The sun, rain, and dirt possess this garden.”

The words resonate truth. What do I possess? I back away, embracing the message.

Mary Schreiner writes flash fiction, literary fiction, and occasionally attempts poetry because the bees, birds, and all the wild critters that thrive in her gardens inspire her.