Sunday, February 01, 2009

The Birds Sing, The Squirrels Scamper

In Africa, the wildebeest hunts its prey, the lion sleeps tonight, wheat grows on the plains of Argentina and rice is harvested wherever rice is harvested.

Multi-unit locomotives are pulling intermodal stack trains from the Port of Los Angeles through the mid-section of these great United States to destinations in the east. Cruise ships sail through the warmer seas.

Fully unaware, the deer skip playfully through the fields and forests of Pennsylvania, attempting not to be one of the 60,000 road kill this year.

Unaware of what?

In Tampa, now Xanadu, did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure-dome decree.
Where steel Steelers and red-coated Cardinals,
the sacred game ran,
through caverns of commercials
measureless to man.

But there is no joy in Mudville,
Whether Pitts or Ari-Z
— mighty Casey has struck out.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha Ha


February 02, 2009 5:19 PM  

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