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THE SQUIRREL EPISODE
First off…I don’t hate squirrels…they have a kind of rodent charm…
although they monopolize the bird feeder…I do not wish them any harm.
Squirrels and I we are all creatures on this planet…in our yard they are free to roam
but that is where our relationship ends…we don’t invite them into our home.
Deborah and I were enjoying a lovely, lazy, slow afternoon when suddenly we both jumped
after hearing from inside our chimney…a crash…a bang…a thump.
“It can’t be Santa Claus.” I said. “It’s August…much too soon.”
“I think it might be an animal…a squirrel…or a raccoon.”
The damper was closed so we waited a moment until I heard Deborah shout,
“He’s scratching…there’s an animal inside our chimney and he’s trying to get out!”
I thought this word was used only in cartoons but I heard my self yelling EEK!
before running over to the chimney so I could take a peek.
“I think it’s probably a squirrel.” I said
knowing in a battle of wits with a squirrel…I could not match him
still I ran around the house looking for something anything…any way to catch him.
I came back with a butterfly net…in hindsight I probably should have taken the broom,
Because when I returned Deborah was screaming…
“He’s out…and he’s running around the room!”
He ran into the French doors…then against a window…I took this as a plus…
It seemed as surprised as we were to see him…he was just as surprised to see us.
With butterfly net in hand I felt my courage soar…
as that squirrel was trying to get out a closed window…I opened the French door.
That squirrel took one look at me with my raised butterfly net
and Deborah clapping her hands yelling “Shoo…shoo…shoo.”
then seeing the open French door…knew exactly what to do.
I believe if he had a hat he would have tipped it…before scooting out the door…
In all my years of squirrel watching…I’d never seen one laugh before.
With the crisis over we got back to enjoying our life…
lovely, lazy and slow….
but I’m keeping that butterfly net close at hand…
because…
you never know.
If you have never been in touch with a spirit animal
follow me for you have simply not paid attention
I have so many I am a walking wildlife zoo
My ultimate most powerful spirit animal is the deer
neck to neck with the wolf and the eagle
Deer reminds me to be demure, to wait, to listen
Wolf urges me to be primal, to howl as loudly as I can
And as often as I can, to be sensual and serious
To gnash my meat up, tearing it apart with gusto
Eagle encourages me to soar, to fly as high as I can,
To take myself safely to the mountain top, and
feed my eaglets any rabbit I can catch and carry
Wait. Do these spirit animals contradict each other?
Remember, I am a Gemini. Mercurial and changeable.
A chameleon also guides me, helping me to switch colors.
Chasing away playful raccoon another spirit animal
who is riding my spiritual dragon into the enchanted forest
yelling commands, followed closely by turtle who tries to keep up.
animal lover that I am, I have more than one spirit animal.
They used to always be the wolf, eagle, and raccoon.
Also curiously enough, turtle.
I know when they change, and they recently have.
My newest power animals are the butterfly and the snake.
Both represent transformation, revitalization, and change.
I welcome them with open arms.
Even the twelve foot rat snake I saw last week.
Rat snakes eat mice, which would explain why I don’t have any.
For this I am grateful.
Butterflies have always been my spirit animal also.
They land on me and sometimes stay for a while
My spirit animals change, as I change.
Which is often, as I am a Gemini, am I not?
Okay let me get this straight from nothing everything came out of the sea
Uniqueness being a common trait I don't see how this could be
Crickets, to the chicken on your plate and what about the tree
No this was so much more great look around and you shall see
Did the cricket become the cow or was it the other way around
To God they do not like to bow but this theory is so unsound
Some of them became fowl and to the earth were not bound
Others learning how to growl buried themselves in the ground
Some even stayed in the ocean even a mammal named the whale
When they too could of been men very hard to lose such a big tale
Some even became insects then choosing a life that would be so frail
It's God's Glory that reflects as no one would choose to become kale
Why didn't all monkeys make the change and what were they before
Is a raccoon out of the range for an ape doesn't just walk in the door
This whole theory very strange, some still too dumb in biting that lure
No! All of this, only God could arrange and of that I'm completely sure!
Genesis 1:21
And God created great whales, and every living creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind: and God saw that it was good.
The Second Law of thermodynamics/Entropy says as
much as proven by science over 150 years ago.
You can not accept this Law of Science\Entropy,
which is a fact, and then believe in the theory of
Evolution which states the exact opposite.
They are exact opposites.
Odds of Bing Bang just happing 10 to the 123rd power
Number of atoms in the Universe 10 to the 73rd power
Number proving impossibility 10 to the 50th power
Only a God the Creator could create as such.
Even saying you will be without excuse for not knowing His Work.
Come out and play, you creatures of the night.
Outside into the woods I want to go
and see a white tailed deer, a sheer delight
to catch sight of a doe in moon’s soft glow.
I want to glimpse a badger or raccoon.
Come out and play, you creatures of the night
while in the background, crickets chirp their tune,
and lightning bugs flash signals small and bright.
To spy a wolf, I’d feel a bit of fright,
especially if it were to start to howl!
Come out and play, you creatures of the night.
But not you wolves! I’d rather spot an owl!
Oh, yes, an owl would please me to no end -
one wide awake like me and snowy white!
Perhaps I’d make of him my new best friend.
Come out and play, you creatures of the night.
Written May 22, 2016 for C T's The sun is out Poetry Contest
I am reading a book about power animals, not faerie or elf.
You read each animal's unique powers, and then you think about yourself
After reading the different powers, and healing ways of each one,
I have a bunch of entities helping me, as many as twenty-one.
The deer as a power animal teaches you to trust your instincts, not ignore your gut-feeling, oh yes.
Also the bear, who protects her children at any cost, is gloriously outperforming all the rest.
Lioness of course, as she stresses feminine power, and energy, and protects the team.
Amazingly, the playful, soul-ful dolphin she heals through laughter, love and joy, and is never mean.
I must be part crab, because crab learns her lessons when the unexpected happens.
Raccoon protects the underdog, "That's me! That's me!" I yell to Mr. Jappens.
Eagle is in ready touch with a higher power, so I have to claim eagle too.
Owl travels in her dreams, and from dream state, I just got back from the ocean blue
Hummingbird helps you to remember to wear colorful clothes without a care.
My closet is an explosion of color, , as is every room in the two houses, we share.
Butterfly brings wisdom and healing,; dragonfly helps you spend time in the sun.
Dragonfly also protects children. Bee acts as a muse, helps you reach your dreams.
If you are drawn to the peacock, you are lucky in love; if crafty and clever, look to a fox.
I fell into sync completely with the coyote, but I have lost the book, and the only note
I have says "you are exactly like a coyote, see page 69."
I guess power animal knowledge was never meant to be mine.
A funny thing happened on the way to the mailbox,
First a tick ran up my leg, and bit me, that was funny.
Then a fox ran by, and glared at me with big teeth.
Really funny so far, right?
I stopped because I smelled something odd in the ditch
It was a long-ago-dead raccoon. We live in the country,
But this is not something we get to see every day.
The raccoons are usually alive, on the front porch, eating the cat food.
I tripped over a twig and went sprawling, landing on both hands
And a knee, luckily not the one I injured four years ago.
I found a couple of beer cans a passing car must have thrown out last night
And then I heard the laughing. But where was it coming from?
I stayed perfectly still and it stopped. Took a step, and heard it again.
Looked up high in my walnut tree where a big fat crow sat.
“You are really funny!” he said to me. “I liked the way you looked around
After you fell on yourself. It was hilarious!” Caw Caw Caw Caw
He was chuckling away about it, which I thought was quite rude,
So I told him so. Expected an apology but never got one.
Crows are the first ones to be angry if you make fun of them,
But funny thing is, it’s okay for them to dish it out.
“Go home,” I told him. “Shoo! Shoo!” he thought this was insanely funny.
I heard him laughing all the way back to the porch.
Written July 15, 2018 Entered Contest: Funny Thing Happened On My Way
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
I watched a raccoon on a warm, sunny evening
as he lazily sit upon a branch high in the breeze;
When all of a sudden a brilliant, bright butterfly
gently landed just below him on a leaf.
The raccoon's eyes lit up with curiosity at the
brilliance of it's colors, as it's wings slowed to
a soft flutter.
The raccoon reached out to touch the butterfly
and lightly it lifted it's self toward the sky.
The raccoon reached for it once more with
his little hands eager to touched what his eyes
adored. The butterfly would not come close enough
for the raccoon to touch and in puzzlement the raccoon
he did stare and watched the brilliant, bright butterfly
flutter in the air. The raccoon seemed to want a little
friend as the butterfly landed and was now sitting on the
branch's bend.
The raccoon longed to see the butterfly up close and to
touch it's colorful wings it adored. The raccoon stretched
out it's little black hand once more.
To my amazement the butterfly landed in it's hand, this I
adored. As I watched, they stared at each other for what
seemed like hours; It was an amazing site to see natures
love and appreciation for one another.
What a beautiful memory left on my heart of nature's love
and great spiritual power.
A noise startled her, and thinking of cats, she didn't bother to look;
it turned into a groan, a scratching noise, a squirrel loud munching.
She ran to the kitchen and jumped on a high chair holding a book...
" What could that thing be? " It emitted groans and had a bad smell.
Lynn panicked, she had left the cell phone on the folding chair outside,
and fearing the worst, she positioned herself in a slightly curved-up pose
with her head drooping while she tried to spot the unwelcoming intruder;
soon her fright would become horrific, spotting a slowly-moving raccoon.
The ugly creature looked up and saw nothing moving, then trudging
on his four legs, he climbed up to the table and started eating apples.
Lynn's horrific experience taught her to stay very calm and breathe;
waiting and not giving into fear, she felt relieved when he raccoon left.
Over the horizon is heard the sputtering engine of an unusual bird.
Trailing a billowing plume of smoke, it looked so pathetically absurd!
Coming into view was an old Curtiss Jenny of World War One fame.
Used only as a trainer, faster, more stable planes put it to shame!
The dashing young pilot buzzed the field and waved to the crowd.
Distraught moms covered the ears of their kids to ease the din so loud!
He did a barrel roll and a loop and people thought the man insane!
He made a wobbly landing, alit, gazing about with haughty disdain!
Doffing his goggles, his oil-stained face looked like that of a raccoon.
The handsome interloper caused young ladies to gasp and swoon.
He smiled a smile that would light up the night and gallantly salutes!
He's so striking in his breeches, helmet, leather jacket and shiny boots!
He grandly announced, "For five bucks I'll take you for a ride,
In good old faithful Jenny here, my joy and my pride!
Now don't be shy, step right up! How about you there, Dad?
Let me give the thrill of a lifetime to that there young lad!"
The young fellow with his Ma and Pa did earnestly plead.
Ma and Pa argued about it and Ma tearfully agreed.
That flight sparked a burning flame in the soul of that young boy!
He became a World War Two fighter ace much to his parent's joy!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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