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HIGHWAY TO THE HEART ©By Russ




Emmalie likes to read the paper first...likes it nice and crisp...and I don’t mind....it’s all the same to me. Tipper guards his bowl, whether he’s hungry or not, yet heads for Misty’s bowl every time he gets a chance. The Band-tailed pigeons squabble over each speck of food though there is always more than enough to go around. Jays drive each other away, like this meal is all they will ever get, and they may be right. Jimmy the cat checks his bowl every time I go out the door no matter how many times that might be whether just fed or not. The Domestic pigeons drive each other, and the doves, away from their staked out little spots on the back porch, acting like feathered dogs peeing on posts. Robins jealousy guard each bit of fruit on the tree, or bush that they have claimed for their own. Why hell, I’ve even moved our fence to the edge of the road, so there’s no place to park, frustrating the weekenders, and summer folk. Survival responses, as natural as life itself, so easy to understand the need to protect our little spaces...( to keep a little something for ourselves). It’s these newer spaces that I find so hard to believe, wide open spaces where I’m welcomed like an old friend. Bandwidth highways, leading everywhere, but mostly just traveling from heart to heart. Keyboard driven greeetings, calling tierd, weary strangers to ‘come on in, and just sit awhile’. Now why in the hell would I want to build a fence around that?
Russ--7-30-98





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