Thursday, Sept. 25, 2008 - 11:21 a.m.
Drop that Chipmonk ********************* Amazingly beatfiul warm sunny morning so perfect I had a hard time starting my day it was just so nice to goof off today and let what may well be' the last nice stretch of weather soak into me ahh and it was good for Gods other creatures.. Taser lolled around on the driveway after his breakfast rolling around in the sunbeam in a small private ecstacy and the birds were noisy above with their various dramas and the chipmonks lingered on the woodpile washing their little faces and sniffing the air as the sun shined so warm and sweetly on us all Then I felt the mind biting of looming deadline and went back inside to work because I have more dicipline than common sence but I could sit and look out the window and watch the sunny driveway tableau I had just deserted carry on without me and hear the screech of chainsaws in the distance taking some majestic tree down to termite chow From the corner of my eye I semi noticed Taser sneak up on the woodpile and without really consciously observing sort of felt he was doing some sneaky and sure enough as i snapped into consciousness' and into real wotld prerception and out of inner world art beat i could see him zip past my sight line with a squirming chipmonk dangling from his mouth I was outside in a flash and called out to him ":Drop that chipmonk" and to my shock and awe - he did and then said chipmonk escapee ran straight up the nearest tree like a NASA rocket headed to the moon with Taser right begind him at least to the 5 metre level where chipmonk made an Olympic style speed burst to treetop safety Taser was at the end of his kitty resolve so up out of sight goes the chipmonk and down climbs Taser Taser is so mad at me for ruining his master stroke of hunting he can't even look at me' but retreats to under a chair to groom himself with exagerated licks his back to me refusing to acknowledge i was there or even existed Chipmonk peers over a branch from on high beaming hate at both of us - the red slayer and his retarded human companion both of us must die when it so pleases him Right now everybody hates me I crossed everybodys primary agenda in just a few seconds and there seems to be no forgiveness from the animal quarter of the world outside none at all I will work it out with tuna and peanut butter imagine that: the living can only be comforted with the dead bodies of tuna fish and crushed peanut seeds I get a cup of tea,, at least the tea bush didn't have to die.. Tomorrow, likely more hate and fear more dead something & still the sun shines down on everybody
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