Cottages ring the lake Docks, manicured lawns Whine of jet skis Children playing, But as I swim along the shore, Only a loon calls, I am near invisible, A fish gliding silently, Just me and the water.
I am the she-wolf Padding silently, unseen Through the underbrush of life.
I am the beta, Alert, aware, listening, Rarely howling in reply.
I am the wolf In society's wilderness Unheard, unseen, yet there Nonetheless.
Dogs do not seek to alter Nature. We are part of it.
The backyard is my wilderness to explore.
Animals wild are full of guile, Animals tame know no shame.
Water, forest and sky, Fish, animals and birds, Rocks and sand, bogs and scrub, mist and clouds, Layers of reality become an inseparable blend! Water thrusts into forest, laps at rock and sand, and mirrors clouds and sky, Nourishes fish and fowl, houses beaver and otter, and quenches wolf and moose, Forest implanted in mulch and rock reaches for the sky, catches and holds the wind, and serrates the surrounding horizon-- A grand pulsating whole! A red-capped black-bibbed woodpecker thrusting nourishment into the gaping white-edged mouths of its voracious fledglings, A tufted anxious duck and her eight ducklings running on water with feverishly flapping wings, A pair of statuesque loons playing hide-and-seek, skating water spiders and scurrying chipmunks-- All integral parts of that inseparable grand blend! And into this balanced blend man intrudes with road and rail, and rod, gun and machine, Intricately interdependent rivers and lakes are dammed, forests are cut and the earth is mined, Pike and pickerel are lured, and bear gunned, fox and beaver trapped, and wolf withdraws with receding wilderness-- And nature's balance is at stake!
An Epigram a Day:
Happiness is born of contentment and contentment is based on satisfaction.
Greed destroys more than it acquires.
Humanity is a magnificent calamity.
Our wants far exceed our needs.
People are what they do and not what they may want to be.