July 7, 2013
Two young deer were
being chased by a small blue sports car with three up-to-no-good youth. They
careened around the corner just in the nick of time for Tyrus to pick up the
chase. He is an expert deer hunter and wound them around to the nearby woods
for safe keeping. The juveniles re-appeared, exasperatingly discouraged to have
lost the live bait and drove off to look for more trouble. Ty came running down
the street and flopped his giant body down on the cool grass, tongue lolling
like a satisfied python. Shocking to spot squirrels in the neighborhood, let
alone deer.
Sang America the
Beautiful today and was astonished at how easily the words came to my lips. I
am the one standing in line at the Post Office who asks for “anything but the
flags” in my order for stamps. Did I just admit that. How unpatriotic of me.
The back hall smells suspiciously
of pot (or so I’ve heard) or perhaps it is sage or another burning herb I am
not aware of. Still frequent coming and goings in and out of the upstairs
duplex, which makes me consider selling tickets to the mysterious show. Gate
left disrespectfully ajar, bottom door to the basement inappropriately gapes
open so I fear Moose, the cat, will escape and be smooched like a pancake in
the road out front. Small dogs have made their way home tonight, certainly not
a “Homeward Bound” story, they hitched a ride with their owner, so unappreciatively
eager and to jump into their little fashionable bags and get carted off. At
least I do not have to concern myself of their safety and well being any
longer.
Thunder is rolling
across the rooftops, bearing down on the last survivors of fireworks demons. Hope
they are drowned out and we have a better sleep tonight.
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