The head of our driveway is ringed by a stone wall crowned with shrubbery.
From a distance it can be mistaken for a sleeping stone giant with a green crewcut.
If it is a sleeping stone giant with a crewcut, Asis does it a favor now and then by grooming it.
The giant’s hair is a haven for chipmunks, mice, voles, all sorts of little fur bellies.
The giant doesn’t seem to mind.
I mean, I’ve never seen it scratch it’s head.
Must be because Asis keeps a steady watch.
Moving quickly, silently, from follicle to follicle, from dandrite to dandrite, hunting hunting hunting.
The Wild takes care of its own.
Two-Legs just need eyes to see, ears to hear, hearts to understand.
Magic is all around, waiting, patient.
And if our kind pass?
The magic will be there for others more willing to see, to listen, to understand.
I’ve heard people crying out, “Save the Earth!” and some such.
Save the Earth from what?
The Earth was here some five billion-plus years before we showed up. It’ll be here some five billion-plus years after we’re gone.
Don’t bother to save the Earth. It doesn’t need us to do that.
Time is better spent saving ourselves.
But what’s the fun in that?