OH, the walls between us and nature, and by nature I mean the mountain lion prowling for my neighbors cat for dinner; the wall that separates me from the rabid bobcat, fox, or skunk; the wall that keeps the Junta-virus-infected rat out of my bedroom; the wall that keeps the owl, hawk, and eagle from eating cinnamon, my bunny.
Oh, and leave that plant litter where lies, to dry, in our sun, when it's 110, and the humidity is in the single digits. Oh, and when that little spark hits it? Hope you have enough water saved in your rain-harvesting-cistern to put out the fire before the house burns down.
I too envision a future where the wild Jaguar prowls majestically down The Mall at the U of A, hunting for the fattened freshman, too laden with books to make a hasty retreat. For the day when the skunks have taken up residence in every green park withing Pima County. A bright and glorious day when the Black Bear decides that the middle of I-10 during rush hour is as good a place as any to hunt for trout... And trout return to the Santa Cruz, reveling in the reclaimed waste water - providing a food source for the Home-Challenged Homo Sapiens.
Meh.
***Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in you.***
Peter Schmugge
http://thebigshmoog.blogspot.com
***Just because you do not take an interest in politics doesn't mean politics won't take an interest in you.***
Peter Schmugge
http://thebigshmoog.blogspot.com
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