1194. the little boxer

peck-peck…peck-peck…peck

pecking with hardy gusto

sparring with snow

On a chilly morning filled with icy stillness, it was the soft, dull sounds of a little bird perched high on a bare branch pecking away at a tiny frozen clump of snow. I watched and listened a while, my thoughts drifting away into pleasant visions of a boxer sparring with his punching bag—jab-jab…jab-jab...jab.  

I once visited Muhammad Ali at his training camp in the Poconos, and watched him sparring in the ring.  Marvelous.