Maggot's Work - A poem. A story. A life.

 

 Maggot's Work

 

 I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot

The voice whispers in my ear as I pick myself up

After a sucker punching shadow grew from my candle

Standing in a field I continue the work

I train a sun dog to sit

I dance with Grendel

I absolve a murder of crows

 

I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot

The voice whispers in my ear as I pick myself up

After a pleading shadow clawed at my feet

Standing on a road I continue the work

I buy a value

I cheat a mettle detector

I reflect on a mirror

 

I’ll clean this up, assures the maggot

The voice whispers in my family’s ear as I am lowered

After a light stepped out from the shadow in my eyes

Lying under a low ceiling I continue the work

I count the sand of the world

I hold tight to a moment

I ask for more

 

 

 

 

Dear Deer. A trail cam vid and 150th post!

Trail cams are fun. I highly recommend them, but not everything you record is life changing if you get me. If you ask yourself how much longer is this video than you know why I made this.

In which we observe that not all bulbs are bright, nor is all of nature a classroom of the enlightened. 

Happy 150th Post!

 

Predatory Remains of the Calcium Kind

Don't you hate it when the puzzle is missing pieces?

 Okay. Fess up, you guys!

Who spotted the easiest kill of the herd, stalked it, waited patiently for the right moment, attacked it from downwind, crushed the life from its throat, consumed its still warm flesh, and then left the carcass for the scavengers and insects in my back field? 

Come on, now. Who was it, you scamps! 

I'm surprised we haven't found remains like this before, given the mix of deer, coyotes, and black bear in the immediate area.

(Insert your own observations on the Circle of Life here.) 

Be seeing you,

Sam