He has come to his favorite part of the river.
He will fish here for some period of time.
Then, because the river is too deep,
to wade below the cliffs,
he will walk around,
the monolith,
and fish,
below.
However, before even a few minutes elapse,
a lazy fisherman comes from behind,
and crowds him from his favorite,
section of his favorite river,
as there is no longer,
any hermitic,
aura here.
And he prematurely must,
leave his favorite spot,
to skirt the big cliff,
and fish beyond,
the invader.
As he walks through the pines,
at the top of the cliff,
he hears a splash,
and spies this;
the invader,
scrambling,
out of the,
icy cold,
river.
He smiles to himself,
at the cruel scene,
and then he,
admonishes,
his own self;
admitting
his own,
inner,
joy.
© Copy written for what I will never know.
that’s the course of justice ( or the curse?)
Karma is sometimes a good Kure for the Kooks who invade the King’s domain.
Thanks for the visit. See you on the other side of your Friday post.
crowds him from his favorite,
section of his favorite river
Oh I understand this quite well. I don’t care if there’s 6 billion people on the earth-my spot is my spot.
We sure are territorial beings aren’t we?
Thanks for visiting.
Have a Happy Christmas Wally and a very happy and safe New Year. cheers Judy 🙂
Same to you Judy. May your holidays be the best.
Glad he didn’t have to go do a rescue … bother
Thanks for all the 🙂 s. Sorry about the like button. Thanks for spending so much time reading all of those posts. Makes the effort worth it when I know people read them.
Happy New Year.