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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia 
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Justforgrins, a collection of some of my musings. Two 'keets in a cage fly about in a rage midnite takes heed of urgent need for seed, heads out the door to the nearest store, for no one can think or enjoy a good drink when two 'keets screech nonstop in a rage while three fish in a tank fin me off as they swim about, say their owner is rank cuz their tank stank and their lights are burned out, but at least they don't shout as they swim and jump about now back to my wine, now that feathers and fins have been cared for again. * ok, so it's a full moon night, and all the mares are uptight and the game of thump-a-rump is in full swing (did I mention this may be about horses?) although, I must admit I've witnessed some two-leggeds playing the same lame game and I am not impressed when they've dressed down another in this thump-a-rump game which is such a waste of time and rarely does it make me rhyme yet I see it day-in-and-night-out and have once or twice thumped-a-rump ~even thumped myself~ for falling for that game that always ends so predictably with some lame pecking order being re-established re-confirmed, and dagnabbit! I am so terribly bored with that game and does anyone know what in the blazing saddlery I'm talking about? * I awaken within the bright light of midnight ~sign my name with life's ink~ upon the paper thin skin of a birch bark tree and my arms feel the air as it rustles the leaves ~willowed thoughts~ watch the pale undersides of the leaves shimmering ~mosquito hideaway~ I step sprightly over the mosses and lichens as they give way to the slightest pressure ~my tentative foot falls~ in the spruce tipped edge of the hill by my cabin I hear a raven calling my name ~I fall to the ground~ listening to the sound of shrews burrowing tunnels, watching as the scavenger squirrel scampers tree-to-tree with his you-can't-catch-me attitude ~caught unawares by a determined black lab~ I wake up to find I’ve fallen from bed onto the hardwood floor of a small city bedroom in Oregon ~far removed from the land of midnitesun’s shine~ * I watch them skim and dart about and giggle with delight as they alight and feed upon my enemies from the crack of dawn to the end of daylight each summer I await their timely arrival "O, please bite'em I cried, and bite'em again!" It's mosquito payback time. * a hoot, you are, in nearby tree laughing at me for my constant fantasy for I seek the night, to shade the daylight, yet tremble as a frightened child from unknown noises in the wild beguiled, I tripped over bright starlight while the watchful gaze of a moonbeam caught me, straightened my crookedness, set me back on a linear path momentarily, only to nudge me gently off said pathway to meander amongst the myriad of truths that lay alongside the edges of reality a hoot, you are, my muse, disguised in a wise flight of feathered fancy * and when my ghost muse offered up an ‘e’ thereby pushing open the envelope of humanity, I smiled and said "thanks, bud" for reminding this jiminy that crickets are God’s creatures too so all you cats must learn to behave and share this place called Earth ~thanks, bud~ *** not-so-funny but needed to be said: Some can spit on a sidewalk, unaware they make anyone cringe. Some will fly in the shadow of a hawk, seeking to remain on the fringe. My spirit glides the warm airs above; shallow sidewalks are not for me. Above the bustle and crush below, I distance myself from humanity. Walking along the seashore, I kick the sand out in front of me, wondering where time has gone, how it slipped away so quietly. The surf slides over my wandering feet then recoils, as if trying to flee from me. Shorebirds screech a harsh farewell, cursing my soul straight to Hell. Some can spit on a sidewalk, unaware they make anyone cringe. Some will fly in the shadow of a hawk, seeking to remain on the fringe. * Slap me silly if I become so complacent that I miss a golden chance to allay the moment of pain for another soul in need of a smile and a hug. Yes, dark moods and careless words are a black rain, but missing an opportunity to shed a small love light is like... embracing an iceberg. So slap me silly if I become complacent. Give a damn... give a smile and a hug. *** As this pale honeydew hued beauty flutters about on the wispiest of veined paper-thin wings, she sips the nectar before depositing her eggs, which rest singly upon the slenderest filaments, thinner but stronger than those in fragile light bulbs; and when her larvae babes hatch out, they eat and eat and eat and eat all those tiny green pesky aphids that suck and suck and suck and suck all the essential life-giving juices from your prized flowers and vegetable gardens. Welcome Chrysopa carnea into your garden, for this fragile green lacewing does not pollute the ground water, nor does she poison other life forms. Alas, apologies go to the lowly green aphids that choose to eat the crops we humans want! May God forgive us, even when we know what we do! ***And nature strikes my muse again: Little hopalong just passed by my window and reminded me once again why I throw apple cores and bread crumbs out underneath those scraggly dirty bushes (lol, nothing political here) and even though he is just a dinghy grey squirrel the creator of planet Earth loves him too, (maybe even more than some other two leggeds) and then the birds fly down from those noisy overhead utility wires (the ones I curse daily except when I remember where my internet connection comes from) and by the end of the day there will be no more unsightly crumbs left to decay or rot or pollute the scenery unlike the plastic and non-biodegradable over-packaged-over-rated-over-the-edge-goods that must be piled up alongside the road each Tuesday for a big nosed noisy truck to take them away from everyone's neighborly window view whew! all this verbiage and wordage, just from looking out the living room window on a Sunday afternoon in sub urb yee haw |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
A abstract ramble through the world of kacy..interesting.. Goldenrose. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, thanks for reading, Phil. Yep, rambling rosebuds, thorns and all. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Rambling with a capital "RAMB"... Thump a Rump? hmmm, interesting.... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL, Magnus, the thump-a-rump was from watching a bunch of mares kick butt in the pasture at feeding time. If you've ever watched a pastured herd of mares and foals before, you've seen this scene. I just couldn't resist the play on words. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, Midnitesun, how I enjoyed your ramblings! No wonder you are such a lovely person with all those critters and trees and mosses and lichen and surf and sand, you gather around you and notice and care for! By the way, that relation of mine who is your muse, told me the hooting laugh was in affection and admiration. And those shorebirds weren't cursing your soul straight to Hell. They were frightening the Hell out of Hell to protect you from Hell (although I can't imagine that anyone would either dare or want to send you there) and anything else bad. And you'll never need to be slapped silly, because you will never miss an opportunity to help anyone in need. You are doing it all the time. Give my love to Midnitesun's shrine. What a wonderful place it must be. However, that is mainly because you look around you and notice. There would be a lot more of those, if only people would not miss the wonder around them. Oh, and pleeeeeeeeeez keep looking out of your living room window on a Sunday (and any other day) afternoon, if this sorta thing is going to be the result. - Owl |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh Owl, now you're makin me blush  Thank you, too, for taking time to read and FEEL the beauty of life that surrounds us. |
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