Post by GOOT on Jul 27, 2007 13:29:04 GMT -5
The weather, overcast, hung like an untimely sickness upon the dreary day. The low, flat clouds and chilly nip in the air made one wish they could cuddle in a pack all their own, snuggled with another lion, maybe some cubs. Safety is in numbers, and warmth in safety. Ah, but there is no pride around here, and no one was getting sun this day, for it was hidden high above the white, melancholy expanses of white. But wherever I go, no matter what the weather, I brought my own sunshine. This place was not a circus. A positive attitude may not solve all my problems, or any for that matter, but it will offset any annoyances from my escape to make it worth the effort. Why care that it is a crummy day? It is still a day, and a day ready for pleasure and fun. I expect nothing, and so I am never disappointed.
One might expect to find a puma in these parts; or maybe a bear, maybe a cougar, or maybe a mountain lion. But a lion? True, wild lions belong in the heart of Africa, in prides with a lion, and I the lioness. Oh, but no. Humans couldn't keep the lions in Africa. They had to show us off to the rest of the world, putting us on display to be laughed at with strange noises cheaply imitating a roar. The pathetic beasts wanted us to sulk in our cramped cages, where we had plenty of food but absolutely no space. The captive lion life was not for me, and I promptly escaped as a cub. The irresponsible humans did not even notice I was gone. Or did they? I didn't watch the news that week. It did not matter, for they may have tired the search had they looked at all. I was adopted by a puma, a creature native to these lands, and so learned the ways of the wild cats. And now, I am here to stay.
This area was foreign to me. There were woods, other horses, lush vegetation, and water. No loud noises, no half-digested food, no cages, And LOTS of space. I loved it here, and sighed with pleasure. I settled back into the brambles, munching contentedly upon the moss-like growth below me. The scratchy claws of thicket reached toward me, but rolled off my sleek coat as if I wore armor. The brambles did not phase me, as I had been granted the coat of a cat, soft but hardy. Mind wandered to the bird singing in the mists. I wondered if anyone, or more specifically a human, is out on such a day as this. Most would be huddled with a family, would they not? They'd be sitting around in their raincoats, poking fun at whatever helpless creature was in a cage. Alas, I brush off the thoughts. Perhaps I could see another of my own kind. I lower my head, sniffing the rough terrain, taking in all scent. Many horses were nearby, but I did not attempt to approach them, rather I let out a hoarse cry. I was perfectly content, for now, in the solitude of the brambles, expectant of nothing. Optimists are constantly disappointed, while pessimists are quite often pleasantly surprised. I was neither, but though I was anticipating a visitor, I was not hopeful. "Hello, nobody," I call out with a self-satisfied smile and a mischievous gleam of my eye. With this proclamation, my chosen path was APATHY. I simply didn't care. Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters. Life is too short to waste on logic. Stop studying strife, and learn to live the unexamined life.
One might expect to find a puma in these parts; or maybe a bear, maybe a cougar, or maybe a mountain lion. But a lion? True, wild lions belong in the heart of Africa, in prides with a lion, and I the lioness. Oh, but no. Humans couldn't keep the lions in Africa. They had to show us off to the rest of the world, putting us on display to be laughed at with strange noises cheaply imitating a roar. The pathetic beasts wanted us to sulk in our cramped cages, where we had plenty of food but absolutely no space. The captive lion life was not for me, and I promptly escaped as a cub. The irresponsible humans did not even notice I was gone. Or did they? I didn't watch the news that week. It did not matter, for they may have tired the search had they looked at all. I was adopted by a puma, a creature native to these lands, and so learned the ways of the wild cats. And now, I am here to stay.
This area was foreign to me. There were woods, other horses, lush vegetation, and water. No loud noises, no half-digested food, no cages, And LOTS of space. I loved it here, and sighed with pleasure. I settled back into the brambles, munching contentedly upon the moss-like growth below me. The scratchy claws of thicket reached toward me, but rolled off my sleek coat as if I wore armor. The brambles did not phase me, as I had been granted the coat of a cat, soft but hardy. Mind wandered to the bird singing in the mists. I wondered if anyone, or more specifically a human, is out on such a day as this. Most would be huddled with a family, would they not? They'd be sitting around in their raincoats, poking fun at whatever helpless creature was in a cage. Alas, I brush off the thoughts. Perhaps I could see another of my own kind. I lower my head, sniffing the rough terrain, taking in all scent. Many horses were nearby, but I did not attempt to approach them, rather I let out a hoarse cry. I was perfectly content, for now, in the solitude of the brambles, expectant of nothing. Optimists are constantly disappointed, while pessimists are quite often pleasantly surprised. I was neither, but though I was anticipating a visitor, I was not hopeful. "Hello, nobody," I call out with a self-satisfied smile and a mischievous gleam of my eye. With this proclamation, my chosen path was APATHY. I simply didn't care. Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters. Life is too short to waste on logic. Stop studying strife, and learn to live the unexamined life.