post mortem poem
Dear Reader,
This house don't have too much of a backyard,
and unlike my old house it looks to the backyard of another house.
the border of the backyards are determined by young spruce trees
probably black spruce...there are several of them side by side....
in the first couple of days there were no sign of life around the trees
even though there was commercial bird feeder hanged there...
this morning after I finished my meditation...I was looking to the trees
and trying to catch the present....
first I saw a brown squirrel running from one branch to another
jumping from tree to tree...
it got out of the sight, than another squirrel arrived
a black one...
I guess it was younger and very energetic one...
it played with its tail and made all the goofy moves
quickly I realized how playful squirrel it was
I watched it for at least 15 minutes as it jumped from one branch to another
chasing it tail and playing joyfully on its own..
it really made my day reader...
back in my previous home I have not seen any black squirrels
not in my yards or not in the neighborhood...
I guess the black squirrels are more common in Ontario or in the south...
also I never saw many chipmunks back there as well..
reader I am neighboring 26 here :)
light and love...
no orange colored dark paint in this new house
still resting today I am still very tired
the bad thing is that there are still couple of items that I need to get and carry with a truck
thanks god there are not many items left
although this time I will hire help
because 2 items are very heavy items
it would be a really bad decision to try to carry these very heavy items on my own via dolly..
reader...its a blessing to be able to communicate in a language you are capable of understanding in the environment you live...
many of us take this for granted
earlier I mentioned in one of my entries, the scariest nightmares before....
it was related to not being able to understand and comprehend anyone around me in a foreign and cold place...
that nightmare I lived
and its really a burden
so being here is like a blessing
such a big relief
post mortem poem
proem of a mayhem requiem
harem totem emblem
it seems my love esteem
is my light tandem, the best anthem
don't redeem any system
deem item "no system" theorem
King H. Ironson
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