Of late, I've been imagining my life in a
kaleidoscope of photos and events. As
I flip through a catalogue of memories
long misplaced or forgotten, I find myself
harking back to a small rat pack that used
to follow me around as a child. They were
the virtual leftovers of my own animal
kingdom. Wags, a sweet mongrel of a dog,
led the pack. There was my white goose,
Quacker, a black hen and a turkey gobbler.
I swear they were never apart and followed
me everywhere. Must have brought smiles
to even the most dour. I can remember
being annoyed sometimes as they pranced
along beside or behind me. Friends who
witnessed my faithful few would chuckle
even as they shook their heads in disbelief.
I began to lose them around the age of 14.
I can remember crying with each subsequent
loss, yet being surprised at the grief I felt.
I have to smile, thinking about this most
unlikely tribe . . . wouldn't it be wondrous
if we humans could get along so well?!
my own faithful few
quite a parable of sorts
solidarity
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