ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Deer are color blind,
All they can see is black or white?
When the hunting season begins and hunters don their bright, blaze orange,
They become just a mass of white, woven into the landscape,
Wouldn’t it be grand if humanity could take off the blinders,
Throw away their bias and indifference towards one another,
To become blind to the variety of colors in the races,
To see each other as part of a huge tapestry,
Of interwoven threads,
Each an integral part of the greater picture,
The one which unfolds each day,
With people unconcerned about skin tones,
Simply working together to create a beautiful piece of art called life,
Wouldn’t it be grand if we were color blind,
When we look at others.