I practice patiencein self-defense, protectionagainst burning allthe world’s bridgeswhile standing on the wrong sideof the forest that growshope on trees;patience is what keepsfeet and wit from fleeingat the sight of a lion draped around a tree,without ever wondering ifwild beasts are in the way, never letting memove forward—reach a leaf of hope—or if lions only climb trees to escape the heat.
viathe wee notes…- in the wise (and creatively spelled) words of Granny Weatherwax, “I Ate’nt Dead”. I’ve just had a gazillion appointments. Mostly follow ups and a wee surgery here and there. So, yeah… the red funeral clothes you ordered are a bit premature 😜- after seeing the photo of a lion on a tree, when I was very young, I was convinced the majestic beast was waiting to jump on its prey. Then I heard somewhere—The Animal Planet, I think—that lions climb trees to escape bugs and the savanna heat. Yeah, I was disappointed too *cough*