Today I went to the park with the “I am almost 4-years old” being in my life, who refuses to go by any given name, and prefers instead to be identified with the animal kingdom.
While this cute baby mouse scurried about, I collected tree blossoms from the slides, cupped them in my paws and breathed in their purple, red down. I felt a compulsion to pick each strand from the ground; hope, misplaced on gravel. How plain and rewarding such a task seemed. One blossom, two, three, ....a bazillion. Hours of soft tedium. And a nest to snooze in when exhausted.
While this cute baby mouse scurried about, I collected tree blossoms from the slides, cupped them in my paws and breathed in their purple, red down. I felt a compulsion to pick each strand from the ground; hope, misplaced on gravel. How plain and rewarding such a task seemed. One blossom, two, three, ....a bazillion. Hours of soft tedium. And a nest to snooze in when exhausted.
"What are you doing Mamma mouse?"
"Smell this. What do you think?"
"I'm hungry."
(blogged by Kelly Marie Redcliffe, poet who will be having her Denmark exchange vicariously from home while playing various Mamma animal roles)
Ah, very vivid and full of smiles - I'm hungry is such a fabulous sentence, lots of different experiences follows it in life!
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