Something is going to die tonite

[Guest guest]

Fresh breeze and leaves falling, pine needles all over. Colder now.

Night, partial moon.

Stars. Red squirrels have been frantic all day. We get galaxies up here,

no light to push them back. And the coyotes howl. On the hunt, you can

hear them and the progress of the hunt. Most likely a deer. They all run,

fast and faster and in the end as fast as they can.. as we all do. I'm

just out here to pee on the compost.

 

The lead coyote is loud, snarling and howling to the night. Prayers to

the the night. Prayers for a good kill. You can hear the screams of the

prey. Life is like that. One more taken down.

 

I'm na$ed out there running with the pack. They are my brothers and

sisters, looking for food. I sense and feel them. I do not see a right and

wrong in it.

I see life.

 

 

Peace my friends

 

Don

[Guest guest]

The hunt also needs to eat.

 

We are consumed as we consume which is consumed when we are consumed.-

lol. We are the hunter and the hunted all in one package. Even in our

own bodies does the hunt go on. Ask any Cytotoxic T cell* what the

cancer cell tastes like when it is being " consumed " after having been

hunted. Cancer sushi I imagine. - Nice post Don. - chrism

 

* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T_cell

 

, merlin

wrote:

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I'm just out here to pee on the compost.

[Guest guest]

thank you as always i love reading your words - my first reaction was

i hope he records all of this what a great book he is writing and

then= i have my own thomas merton to read and then = i am right there

in the woods enjoying the primal feeling of your paradise ...since i

do not have my own woods i thank you for sharing yours...

 

e