November is the month of spectacular sunrises, all manner of rubies and apricots, fuchsias and corals. The vibrant skies remind me of a story told about my big brother before he was even in kindergarten. If my mother had been paying attention, she would have seen his future rolled out before her.
Big Game Hunter
The colors of a man-eating tiger,
layers of orange, red, and indigo,
filled the west window
of our neighbor's garage at sunset.
Danger lurked a thin pane away
but a well aimed rock flung
by my brother, a brave age four,
swiftly solved the crisis.
Dashing back home, flushed
with the success of the hunt,
eyes aglow, he announced his prowess
as our phone began to ring.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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