At first, I thought it was a low
flying bird. It was going very fast and
low to the ground. But as I looked up, I
could see it did not have wings, but four feet.
My first thought was that something must be chasing it for it to be
going that fast. It was like it was
trying with all its might to get away.
Too small to be a
coyote, yet too large for a rabbit. Now
I wish I had been looking out the window, instead of at this keyboard. This isn’t the kind of neighborhood to have a
jaguar or cougar. A Corvette is more
like it around here, but no – it wasn’t a car.
This is now one
of those things that will get tucked into the back pocket of my brain, forever
to be another unknown. It won’t fester,
for I have already resigned myself to the fact that I’ll never have an
answer. It won’t be alone back there. In fact, I’m getting quite a collection of
blurs, glimpses and what was that’s?
I first knew that
brains had back pockets when I was sitting in class one day and the instructor put
a diagram of a human brain up on the board.
It was our job to identify the shaded area. The instructor was looking over my shoulder as
I wrote, back pocket. He smiled, so I knew I was right.
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