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He’d found himself restlessly housebound (All men being the creators of their own comfort, As well as the progenitors of their confinement) And as the snow was on the lighter side, Though tending toward the wet as well, The type which renders the sidewalks in the town below A bit, as the local parlance would have it, on the slippy side, But his boots had sturdy uppers and decent tread, And a walk this time of year less threatening than most, What with the bobcats napping at midday And the timber rattlers under the frost line for the winter, The only threat to his well-being the potential discovery Of some heretofore unseen red-ribboned stakes Announcing the intention of some new **** fool Who, in service of some desire to get closer to Mother Nature, Was seeking to build in some spot Where she offered him little more Than a future of cracked foundations And wind-sheared roofing misadventures. Fortunately, his stroll was uninterrupted By such man-made foolishness, his reverie undisturbed Until such time as he happened upon a whitetail doe Seemingly caught between flip and fly, Her ilk all somewhat more comfortable With their human counterparts As they lived more cheek-to-jowl, (But black-powder season had just ended a couple of days back, So a certain skittish wariness was to be expected.) He’d raised his hands in a gesture of what he supposed Was non-threatening, knowing such a thing to be utter foolishness Even as he raised his arms skyward, But the beast backed away slowly, haltingly, Before turning and cantering off, And he figured that made it as good a time as any To head back down toward the house, Not to mention the snow had picked up in intensity, A grainy, sleety issue which had filled in his footprints, Leaving them barely perceptible in the waning daylight.
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 10:23 AM UTC
wk-kortas
a brief walk in the endless mountains
He’d found himself restlessly housebound (All men being the creators of their own comfort, As well as the progenitors of their confinement) And as the snow was on the lighter side, Though tending toward the wet as well, The type which renders the sidewalks in the town below A bit, as the local parlance would have it, on the slippy side, But his boots had sturdy uppers and decent tread, And a walk this time of year less threatening than most, What with the bobcats napping at midday And the timber rattlers under the frost line for the winter, The only threat to his well-being the potential discovery Of some heretofore unseen red-ribboned stakes Announcing the intention of some new **** fool Who, in service of some desire to get closer to Mother Nature, Was seeking to build in some spot Where she offered him little more Than a future of cracked foundations And wind-sheared roofing misadventures. Fortunately, his stroll was uninterrupted By such man-made foolishness, his reverie undisturbed Until such time as he happened upon a whitetail doe Seemingly caught between flip and fly, Her ilk all somewhat more comfortable With their human counterparts As they lived more cheek-to-jowl, (But black-powder season had just ended a couple of days back, So a certain skittish wariness was to be expected.) He’d raised his hands in a gesture of what he supposed Was non-threatening, knowing such a thing to be utter foolishness Even as he raised his arms skyward, But the beast backed away slowly, haltingly, Before turning and cantering off, And he figured that made it as good a time as any To head back down toward the house, Not to mention the snow had picked up in intensity, A grainy, sleety issue which had filled in his footprints, Leaving them barely perceptible in the waning daylight.
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