Nature's Place

Spring Time

He, at rest, surveying his domain. A place of ripe smells, dark colours and much mold and fungus. Maybe some alcohol too.

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She, enjoying a taste of her domain, belly ripe for extruding the contents. Probably tiny eggs holding the next generation.

The next generation’s eggs being made, impelled. The forces of nature undeniable, to a fly. It’s over soon enough.

They found a place to lay their future’s dreams, driven to succeed. He overseeing the delivery that will see him gone.

But not before the deed is done. A hole poked in the hard Pawpaw skin to facilitate the process. They followed the only way.

To a dense liquid bed for the little ones, full of promise to do what nature does and reproduce to live again in another form.

But not for me and you, who would be true … not to blindly repeat into endless formal life, and strife. … We ride the black light home.

That time, when creatures are driven to repopulate the earth after the big die-out over winter. Earth intelligence at work.

These flies had a distinct advantage in the survival stakes, riding the cold seas in the good ship Pawpaw.

Winter comes to us all, spring comes to us all who survive, not everybody gets some Pawpaw.

Those that don’t will know a brief transition before riding the black side of sunlight home.

No more spring, no more winter, no more Pawpaw.

No more … until next time.

© Mark BerkeryClick on those pictures for a closer lookand click again.

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