A day like any other day,
then the machines groaned and stumps fell on the ground.
The trees were falling,
they had all told me, and it came as no surprise.
Or perhaps it was the neighborhood whispering it on the grapevine,
like many other thoughts the origins are unknown.
Now it is quiet and I see the sky where there was no sky before.
I hide behind the blackberry bushes like a deer in a headlight,
I’m thinking to myself it might be hot summer in the backyard,
perhaps it is time to buy a new fan. Perhaps some will be offended by this post.
What is my intent on posting this?
I don’t know, where there is no intent there is no posting.
Where there is no posting there exists no Facebook.
No communication, no misunderstanding, no angry mobs,
but whats the fun of that? 😀
“Wait tell they see what happens next, this is so beautiful.”
“You can’t cage a creature.”
“Who, whooo”, “who, whooo”, “Wapawopee, wapawopee, wapawopee”
The birds of the prairie were all happily talking, and sitting around in love and peace…
I should really stop listening to them,
along with the rocks, the sky, and the trees.
After all there is no message (at least not in the words of man), no intent, and no way to peace.
But whats the fun of that? 😀