Semi-Daily Scribbles

Stew

 

My side of the tale?
I am skinny and quick, bitch.
Stew in your own juice.

Bunny Hunt

A cool down is now required. This has been one hot afternoon of dog-on-rabbit torment as the squeeze-through portions of the backyard fence have been patrolled most fervently. No animals have been harmed in today's chase, but I can't put a leash on instinct. Nature looks on while I play it safe and mend my section of fence.

Something To Do

I see what you're talking about. That is a giant mirror up there on the hill. There we are! The shiny blindness seems sort of dangerous, though. You'd have thought they'd have thought it dangerous, too. They being the park builders and the committee that selected the sculptures. I know. Can a mirror be called art? It is really huge. Yeah, probably something to do with our obsession with looks. Bad for the finches, I'd bet.

April's Work

April sings us to sleep with her raindrop accompaniment. All is blustery and wild outside while we dream of abundant fields. April laughs at our wistful reverie. She wonders how we could possibly think one day can serve her. One day of remembrance is a mockery. April is budding beauty kept evergreen in poetry and postcards. A puddle, a pool, a landslide, a flood. Soon these tools April uses to subdue us will be lost. The wind will finish the work April begins. Earth receives its tribute as we toss and turn in restless slumber.

Head Check

 

Things that are good: not meant to be understood
Things that are bad:   make us come back
Return to the turnstile with one eye on the sky
The other on the lie
Forget all that was taught
It was memorized for naught
Yesterday's pain and confusion become
Stepping Stones and Building Blocks
Now a quick look over the shoulder
Signal
Change
Lanes

Bird

"Be like that bird there in the live oak," Gary told me over the back fence. "Don't overthink your decisions. Take action but don't fall in love with any one particular outcome. You'll get your supper sure enough. What difference does it make if it's a worm or a cricket?"

"Well, there's the texture thing. I'd take crunchy over slimy any day."

"You're a bird. It all tastes good."

"I'm a human and I've lost the thread of our conversation."

"You don't have to force anything to happen, Tess. It is happening right now as we speak. This test, or shitty year as you call it, will run its course in due time. Then you'll either get what you want or what's coming. Trust me on that one."

"I'll have my fill of worms and crickets and wonder why I ever despaired?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"What if I don't know what I want?"

"You want this shitty year to drag on into the next, and then the next year after that?"

"I get your point, Gary." Be like the bird, we said in unison.

Dab

Mastering the art of concealment. Track the quarry and give chase. Stealth brings out the eyes. Add a dab of blood behind each ear. Pull the lips back to drive the point home. We've never lost our taste for the easy kill. I am who I am despite the disguise.

Tread

Oh to go where there are big antlered animals and the glisten of fish in every stream. Where winter is without a doubt wintry. Did I ever tell you I used to can homegrown vegetables? Pack it in, pack it out, leave no trace. Careful how you tread. Just leave me a clearing far from the grind and upheaval. I'll know the way when I see it.

Morning After

 

A bear moon rises
Morning after mischief made
Babies on the way