Do the plants in our landscaped yards have feelings? Do those feelings get hurt? Do those same plants long for us to go on vacation so they can get a little peace and quiet?
photo manipulation by author
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
The smell of burnt hot dogs, and sharp
painful sparks fly tediously, constantly.
The smell of urine from little Yorkie dogs.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
This ball, that disc invading.
Forever invading.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
The slashing of plastic whips,
rotating faster and faster, rotating
and slashing faster and faster.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
Thirsty, starving, gorged, drowning.
A blissful blizzard enveloping, protecting.
Jenny’s shopping in Mazatlan,
kids off skiing,
Yorkies at their high-end kennel.
A sigh and restful slumber.
*photo-manipulation by author from a photograph by David Monniaux. The original photograph can be viewed at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Tree_dsc00856.jpg
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