Tag: Chipmunk

The Quickness of Charlie

Hurry Hurry Hurry
He’s late he’s late he’s late
For a very important date date date.

The quickness of The Wild fascinates me.

Ever attempted to fake out an animal?

It’s not easy because succumbing to trickery often means death in The Wild.

I took pride (long ago) in being able to move faster than my dog (at the time) could follow.

I could “fake him out.”

Probably because he’s domesticated, lived a good, comfortable, secure life, and never had to worry about something considering him a dainty morsel.

I can sometimes move faster than raccoons can follow. The older raccoons, anyway.

And that was when I was younger, too.

 

The Family at Large and My Gender Issues

I consider myself a person of my generation working greatly to get over the linguistic prejudices of my generation.

People who’ve zoomed with me or read my LinkedIn profile know my pronouns are “was/could be/might have been.”

Those who recognize such see I’m determining my pronouns as time (or, being an author, tense) sequenced, not sexual identity/preference sequenced.

And there we have one…prejudice? Is it really a prejudice?…in that sexual identity/preference idea.

You want me to recognize you as some gender? Okay. Until you need immediate medical attention.

Sorry, I’m going with what I see and what my instruments tell me. I could do lots of permanent damage if I don’t.

Would you like that? Some permanent damage because you sexually identify as something you’re biologically not?

I mean, I don’t care how you dress, and I don’t care who your sexual preferences are (so long as every one agrees to be preferenced), and I’ll even honor and respect your recognition choice in my heart, but if you show up on a stretcher and I’m asked to do something to ease your suffering or save your life, all bets are off. I’m going with the medical/biological/physiological evidence presented.

What if you show up on a stretcher and tell me to treat you as something you are medically/biologically/physiologically are not? And knowing treating you incorrectly could be fatal?

Then as you wish. One less idiot in the world.

I mean, the mountain may come to you if you wish.

Just be prepared for the crushing weight.

 

Charlie grabs a peanut, Felice sits on her Butt

They gather.
From woods, from glens, from treetops and burrows.
They gather.
Some climb, some crawl, some burrow, some scurrow.
They gather.
The cornucopia appears and nothing is questioned.
They gather.
To feast, to dine, to munch, to mind.
They gather.
Each year the cycle continues, the cycle completes.
They gather.
Not counting as as other, as threat.
They gather.
And take, and give, without asking,
Because answers are few
And survival is all.
They gather

 

Charlie Threatens to Crush My Nuts

My peanuts, that is.

What filthy minds you have.

Charlie is off camera in this video.

Sneaky chipmunk that he is.

He waits.

For his peanuts.

Happy to provide.

And for the Bunnies, too. Calvin here. Or Kelvin.

Their accent, you know.

Must spend more time learning Lepin.

You know any good books you can recommend?