As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow. Spiraling downward as I should, I landed in the tall grass, among sun-loving wildflowers. I was not welcomed there. The unrelenting sun beat upon my shell until the evening forced it west. Ravenous night creatures soon appeared, foraging in the tall grasses. I found myself helplessly wedged between the toes of a young raccoon. It carried me through the meadow to the edge of the pond, toes dug into thick mud, as it fished out freshwater mussels. Suctioned from the raccoon’s grip, the sludge welcomed me into its nurturing environment. I sprouted and grew into the great cypress that I am today. And this, my precious seedlings, is how we came to be by this lovely pond we now call home.
dVerse Prosery, hosted by Sanaa.
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“As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.” “Wild Pansy” by Lisa Bellamy.
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I love that the seed got stuck between the raccoon’s toes.
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Thank you, Melissa! It just couldn’t get swallowed again. 😊
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A comedy with a message… or is it allegory? Seems like so many times we too are “shot out of the back end of a blue jay”!!
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Shot out, stepped on and ground in mud. 😊
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Hehe! I believe it!
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A nice story of birth… what a journey from a seed to a tree
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Thank you, Bjorn! 😊
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Jenn, this is a captivating piece! The imagery is vivid, and I feel the journey from seed to cypress so clearly. The way you tie nature’s elements into the narrative, from the raccoon’s gentle yet unexpected carry to the nurturing mud, is beautifully done.
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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*hug*
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