For as long as I care to remember I have been a guest of these earthly surroundings, every day I watch from a distance whilst they invade my mother earth home, let me take you into my world, I see green and trees as far as the eyes can see, rapids and calm water that flow right through the heart of this wonder of nature, wild life consume and habituate within these trees, seasons change the mood of these old ancient wise woods, when darkness falls I sit in my spot and can listen to mother natures heart beating, I place my head to the ground removing, rotten leaves and twigs that have decayed, slowly scraping my way through to find her flesh, placing my ear to her I can hear all kinds of echoes that hide shallow beneath all the roots, “you should try it” sounds that when I first discovered how to do this odd thing, I can taste the earth as it was yesterday, I wondered to far into what I call the life zone, the visitors domain where they fetch their canines to foul on mother earths lovely green endless coat, fouling it with their natural body rejections. I was hungry one night and during the day I had observed people having a feast, and to my amazement they had opted to bin a lot more than they ate, at night I planned to make my way to that bin although it was breaking my golden rule, of never to stray into their area for fear of being exposed, I slowly made my way to that bin waiting and pausing from time to time, to check for any odd sounds, the usual sounds were refreshing to the ears, the owls hooting, foxes playing and some other usual sounds, making my way not forgetting my pausing for checks, slowly creeping out of the blackness the trees sheltered me with, I liked to think of the trees as my protectors, guarding me with their stealth hugs, reaching the bin and my senses of smell were overwhelmed with the mixture of the bins contents, off eggs, and fizzy pop leaked out all over the contents, wet tea bags shedding their contents all over, it had been a hard time lately and I was famished, emptying the mixture of the contents into my pockets, and at the same time shoving them into my mouth, this cocktail tasted like heaven even with the odd unidentified particle lodging it’s way between my teeth..
Just then a noise, an out of place noise one that had no business being there a jingling sound, and a strong aroma of smoke you could smell a mile off, I shoved what I could into my pockets out of the bin, and then there it came complete blindness I was illuminated like I was on fire, like a corpse being cremated, a voice yelled out…..
Not doing any more but would appreciate any thoughts ...Cheers Tom..
