It cannot be seen, cannot be felt
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.



Append


Here you see it most often in the fall

Standing out among the ole oak trees in the glade I spied the two deer wobbling full speed ahead toward the cave tree. Peeking just past the trunk the neck cuddling had begun but one belonged to another and though such entanglements happen frequently in the forest it is with blessing. One sometimes has promises to keep and though the cuddling engaging, the rutting season shall become most fierce due to such brokenness. I moved to the side of the tree. Across the way within my field of vision another deer who had often played with the original pair with full blessing pounced out in a French swag coat moving in a way that told all others this was her show, her drama to manipulate. Suddenly four fawns burst out of the cave tree and went straight for the madam deer. Her making gestures that all was well and just a new friendship. The reaction of the deer who was taken said it all. Startled the deer plunged into the cave pulling her new friend inside. The madam deer surrounded by fawns who believed her gesture and calmed down slowly strolled to the cave tree with fawns following. In a few moments the madam deer and the deer who was taken exchanged communications much like a madam instructing one in the finer arts of manipulation. The deer who was taken began to cry uncontrollable, madam deer comforted in that special way that goes from comfort to acquisition. Now owned the deer calmed down and began the head chortling as the madam deer made loving foreplay. Once charmed and engaged the madam deer gave a new assignment the deer taken went back into the cave tree. Moving over to the pond I hung around with the dragon flies and played with frog and when twilight fell the deer taken came out with two fawns. Instead of the lovely bounce of playfulness the full wrath of some offense oozed out every cell of their being and spilled throughout the forest glade.

My deer gal did not fully think out what rabbiting would do long term. I have already got my rabbit gal trained to bring me a pine cone for nibbling and one of those purple dragonflies from the pond for smoking. The psychoactive experience makes the rabbiting worth it. Rabbit gal now shoots pellets on the ground well like a rabbit. She almost has that squat thing timed just so that she leaves a trail of dots instead of a skittle pile.

But like I always told my rabbit gal you can't do it all in one day. I feel kind of lonesome without my old deer gal but she just wouldn't leave that French deer alone. My rabbit gal is faithful though eccentric. I am still learning how to hop on her back and do coordinated double decker hops. Getting on top the mother crying idol and dropping on rabbit gals helps just have to learn where to put my hooves. Well I guess I better quit. The other deer keep luring rabbit gal away for advice on snatching French swag.

P.S. Does anyone want a couple of rabbit gal kits, I think she is pregnant she has that look and that bulge. As we say in or deer and rabbit gal home now happy pellet trails to you...just follow the dots.............................................................................................................

Evening fell upon us and the twilight grayed the forest and spell cutter deer with his Frenching had done on my gal passed. We went to the bluebonnet aspen tree glade just past the crying mother idol. Settled in for a nap. As dawn came my deer gal groaned and moaned about the day before. She so desired to do the bunny hop again as free and uninhibited as she did with cutter deer. Not one to stop the fun of it and thrill, always allowing my deer gal total experimentation even if I did not understand it I knew I had to do something so we could endlessly continue bantering and banging, frolicking and flying, snuggling and sleeping. If anyone had the solution it would be the ancient deer who laid on the playground watching wanderings of the deer.

I rustle up my deer gal and we pranced to the playground. There in all in magnificance of red spread vein like antlers, majestic head and unusual pelt he sat on the large rock with several others holding council. I go up to the fella deer and explain the situation. His ancient wisdom spilled out with the waving of his head. He beckoned my deer gal over. Standing up in his full glory like some kind of deer god he sidled up to my deer gal, shook his body and horns in a figure 8 pattern almost concentric at times with a bit of entropy behind it and with a super Z he hypnotized my deer gal.

With a thrust of his might loins my deer gal hunched, now she thinks she is the rabbit.