Nature at My Doorstep
Nature at my doorstep, not a crowbar in sight. I’m flying through the air to someone named Susquehanna Sally, or so she claims. She and I, we agree it’s good to be out in the forest, where someone can turn into a tree (when no one’s watching). Nonetheless, symbolic gestures abound in Technologyville. High rises and freeways go whizzing by. Oh, it’s often a wonder to wander in the big city, but how much wonderfulness can be applied to daily living? Maybe get a handy drugstore wondrous niceness applicator? Much preferred are these woodland wanderings. Squirrels at my doorstep, asking for a handout. They can only ask for kindness and food, in their own small furry animal way. In Natureland, live small and large creatures, full-fledged scaly, feathered, and furry citizens of the animal kingdom looking up at me from so many tiny darting eyes. Cute in their own way, but also deadly because you can’t mail a letter to them. There’s something to be said for communicating with your own species, but I’m not sure what.
Thanks to my fellow writers here on the Stack, liking what I do, and being cool people at the same time.
Thanks, Vincent.