On Human Foolishness (i) She wanted Nature's way to be lions and lambs at play in glee frolicking in fields of flowers, some idiot utopian fantasy. She couldn't deal with blood or death and so condemning ran outside to quell the grackle's gristly work and o'er the sparrow stood astride, horrified by what she saw her foolish worldview knocked askew (and meanwhile there upon her stove simmered slowly her beef stew). Then she stood there sad and silent, at a loss and looking 'round while contemplating what to do with the wounded on the ground. (ii) And now I'm crouching here and holding this rock suspended o'er my head looking down, both grim and grieved, the bird lay shaking, nearly dead. Reaching down, I stroked his back "I'm sorry" I said softly to him. My heart beat fast, I took a breath, and let the stone fall hard and grim. (iii) If only she had let the grackle do his work on Nature's terms for now this bird dies pointlessly to feed not wings, but only worms.
Freakin awesome man! The way you depict nature and emotions is so vivid, it brings the work of Wiliam Blake to mind. Excellent!!
Wow, that's flattering, especially given how much I admire Blake. Very kind of you to say, and thank you too osiris.
