In the midst of all of the political hemming and hawing, with hateful words and bitter accusations filling the various media, please remember that the wind still blows.
Trees stand outside, soaking up the sun, giving zero fox. Giant squid plumb the ocean’s depths, in search of ‘parm and treasure, oblivious to angry humans shouting loudly. Birds chirp, their sharp eyes spying worms and crawling critters, their beaks and talons always working; the birds don’t care which factions calls which other faction terrorist, or how many groups claim the right to pieces of ground on patches of earth.
The birds and the wind and the trees and the squids do not care about anything. We humans call ourselves smart, worthy, and civilized, but we’re none of these things, and have no right to call ourselves these things, even though we kill each other to prove otherwise.
The wind don’t care about that, either.
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Rather than stomping around all day through the tall and the short grasses in search of grubs and worms and mites and whatnot, local great-tailed grackle (quiscalus mexicanus) finally broke down and got a job at the “Cruising” Kroeger's on Montrose. “This is so much better than flapping around in the rain and the heat and yelling at people all day long,” said the bird while hustling to re-stack a pile of grapefruit. “I won't have benefits for a while, but I can use the water-fountain anytime I want and my coworkers aren't all total assholes, unlike the motley bunch I used to hang with, out there.” To punctuate his sentence, the bird cocked his head toward the windows, blinked twice with his beady yellow eyes, and sounded his typical, electronic call. “We don't really miss that guy,” said a cardinal the grackle used to hang with before he got his job in the produce section. “We all know why he broke down and joined the rest of the working stiffs: he was getting soft, and just couldn't hang with the big boys, anymore.” Since our interview, the grackle has been seen moving into his own apartment and dating someone of his own species.
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Loudly they came, and quickly receded, the thunderbirds that visited today. Oh the tears that streamed down these mortal cheeks as the sky-brothers danced overhead, eyes flashing and wings flapping with thunderously clacking claps; shiver I did as their twisting lightning snakes wove into and out of the snake-roots that worm and twine from the break-point at my middle back; rejoice I did as the cooling rains poured from the skies and penetrated into our makeshift hogan, a rift in the ceiling letting in the blessed healing waters. Thank you, wakiya, mighty and terrible beasts, for blessing our smudging, and for honoring our ceremony with your mighty presence. Aho.
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