I like watching bees. I like watching squirrels and grackles, dogs and flies. I also like to watch golfers. Pairs, singles, clusters of three or four. They walk and they pause among the trees and upon the swaths and mounds of green, and across the little creek. They walk and they pause. Sometimes, they take a stick out of their bags. One by one, they swing and whack at a tiny ball. They send it rolling, or they send it flying through the air. From a distance, a grackle and a squirrel are watching one golfer. The golfer looks frustrated and pretends to break his stick over his knee. A dog is watching me. I watch the clusters of golfers walk and pause, walk and pause, like game pieces on a great game board.