He goes to war with relentless fervor. A solitary mercenary for a cause known only to him.
His enemies, his prey, were, in another time (about five minutes ago), his best friends—this, the cruel reality of the battle.
He stalks. He gives chase. He pounces. His prey is always held fast within his intense focus, whether running away, or creeping up in a futile ambush attempt from behind. Nothing escapes his keen senses, his unwavering instinct.
And there are many, so many foes to slay. One after another, after another is mercilessly worn down until all soldiers for the cause have fallen into certain, unyielding nap-time.
Then, and only then, the giant warrior succumbs to the need for rest himself.
Sleep soundly, my dear battle-weary soldiers. For you must certainly rise to play-fight yet another day. If not for you, I fear the couch will most assuredly fall victim, yet again, to the wrath of his boredom.
I really loved reading this (and I very much enjoyed the photos). I actually laughed out loud when I read this part: “His enemies, his prey, were, in another time (about five minutes ago), his best friends—this, the cruel reality of the battle.” I also really liked “Then, and only then, the giant warrior succumbs to the need for rest himself.” 🙂
I’ve been looking through your other blog posts as well, and I adore your writing! It makes me laugh and smile and feel better about the world. And all of your animals are so beautiful.
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Thank you for your feedback! I really appreciate it and am so glad you enjoy the blog. I sure enjoy writing it/living it!
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