Woodland
magic-fantasy
Somewhere
in such fantasy of this civilized-heart
within the “modern”-curse I find my precious time-through-space in an attempt
to spirit-sojourn beyond the paved-roadway of our tempered-place within
faux-confines of self-imposed “parameters” of should simple-measured, and could
Royal-elite treasured-imagined fiat to a compliant-sycophant
complacent-thespian of should---to
tally favor of some…Who!? Pray-tell!?
For coveted-desire just in invented-noble fiction “to belong”? To curry
necessary-favor? To What-end? And, When? & Where? & How?
And,
blatantly(to expose contrary)---to
the very exact point…(Oh! Dear God!) The…Why?
In
escape through the obfuscating-veil from her
to fantasy in that concerted
ever-present Reality-of-Now, a step,
and, then, just yet one more, toward sacred-Freedom
by God-given sweet-Liberty permission---to
embark by Independent-Individual natural-choice
of intellect for Mother Nature-lesson taught-desire…Woodland magic-fantasy heaven! Liberty-found-Freedom!
Then,
in my haughty-image pure fantasy-delight of Boone
& Crockett frontier-style skills (Oh! My Dear Lord-God! Will this naïve
so-“little-boy” ever grow to responsibility?) the intrepid interloper
is quite literally stunned unaware of
Nature’s reality as a very fleeting glimpse of brownish-grey in
streaked-highlights of blurred white flashes in an instant---then…Gone!
Of
course, the vagrant-of-the-forest faux-imagine outright lies to a creative-mind
(self-taught) the fine forest-image of a ten point whitetail buck etched
emblazoned on a razor-honed mind, the deer caught sleeping as the stealth-stalker approached the wild-thing’s
lair---unnoticed…like a silent-shadow
surveilled as any cloud-grey reflection on a placid-sea!? Yes! A painted-canvas!
Ah!?
And---Pray-tell!...Oh!-so-Truthful! Mon
Amie!? Who, indeed, plays What evil-game? And, Where? When? & How? Might the enormous-tale
be not-so-white as the “flag”-of-Bucky?
That
I “jumped”-in-surprise at the exit of the deer, even, savvy-“hunter” must admit. Hmm!?
And,
so? For requested abject Redemption---(just
for ole Dan’l and Davy-boy!)…The Truth!
Approaching
a meadow-opening in the forest-fauna growth, I spied, indeed, the brush-pile
across a small clearing. One single-step
from camouflaging-woodland cover into the verdant-vacancy---and…Voila! An explosion from the harbor nest-bed
of ole Mossy-back!
What,
then, the novice truly saw, after a not-so-quick recovery from complete
surprise: A quick-glimpse of
deer-hide jetting through the underbrush in a cacophony of crashing branches
celebrating the animal-Outwit of the
stumbling-bumbling stalker! (The latter---would
be…me!)
No
time to move the camera---or…focus (not even my own fright-sight!).
The
Awesome-hunter!? Vanquished!---Mother Nature’s magnificent-prize!...Vanished!
An
un-seen explosion! Boom! And, shock!
A shadow-blur (maybe some white---so
difficult to scope in an instant of abject-fear caught totally unaware!). The
forest swallowed up the image (imagined---or…real) like sun-shafts through the
green filigree-leaf canopy; swift-dust decayed!
Yet!
Such pure delight-excitement
experience. In this “civilized” creative-mind
I quickly conjured a “re”-take of the episode-scene. A “tale” to spin of Boone
& Crockett worthy-fame.
Not
for any regal-Royal crimson-robe nor tailored silk-suit nor brand-name
worshipped chariot nor city-lights nor fancy-feast nor honored-faux celebrity---nor…silver/gold reward would simple-humble I exchange for that sacred
Woodland
magic-fantasy treasure-measure gift!
Might?
That Independent-Individual I be
tethered by the bonds-of-earth---I revel in my-delight image-reality---Rainbows!
Butterflies! & Unicorns!...to color-ride & flitter &
soar-fly!
Live-I just
south of yon high-sun bright-noon
A bit west of
that ole alabaster-pale full-moon
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