“You are a screeching nuisance
to my quiet time,” I said out loud to the blue jay that was grating like the
media on a branch of our buckeye tree this morning. “Why can’t you be more like the fox?” Earlier, when dawn was just turning on, two
beautiful fox slowly lopped across my yard, they up on their haunches, slender
and sleek with tails as full as wind socks.
They stopped for a moment and looked at me, wild to tamed, young to
old. I looked at them. Smiling.
Praising! I sat down, opened The
Psalms, my God had once again welcomed me into His enveloping—and I just
noticed the jay has flown away to go do his masters bidding elsewhere. This old tamed creature has been made a
little wild again. Saturday is on…where
the wild things are.
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