I wouldn’t say its splendid isolation, yeah maybe
unique, and rare, that’s only too true - but if your
Jack Russell mate prefers chasing the wallabies
you’re into the swing of it, or niche - or whatever
thing that gets you going; he meandered back in
a manner of speaking - wobbling from exertions;
his panting suggests it was a good chase - altho
the race was truly won before he got under way
So I’m sitting here bathed in an atmosphere that
envelopes egregiously; not in a modern sense of
its archaic use, but remarkably well, & savouring
the feeling of a nonjudgemental environment - in
retrospect I’m back whence I came, no prejudice
intended and no gamy presuppositions meant …
© 1 August 2016, I. D. Carswell
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