What Would You Do With Your Own Private Zoo? (original) (raw)

Music. Elegant. Comforting. Awe-inspiring. Delicate strokes upon the piano, while rustling leaves of trees outside play with the melody of the birds' sweet songs.

It's afternoon in the city, and traffic is all around, but at a distance I can admire. From here, it just sounds like a nice breeze on the beach, but of course it can never compare with the feeling of actually being upon the warm sands and cool glistening waters.

Doors. Shut. Laughter, giggling, conversation. People coming home, with plastic bags filled, and trekking to their comfortable home away from home. Palm trees are swaying in the distance, and waving their fans, while doors shut once again.

Curious thing it is, the dreams we have, yet so alive we feel in them...

Rains had come and gone, and it's evening time - 6:16PM - on the first day of the first month of the year 2008. Beautiful skies, beautiful clouds, and a beautiful sunset. My God, so beautiful, has shown Himself in this sky! All around I could look and I would see only my God magnified with glory. As I search the sky for something new, as the clouds slowly change their shapes and shades of color, I see a faint but obvious glimmer far beyond the hills of Corona. Is it my bright and shining Morning Star? Oh, no, it couldn't be if it's at this time of day...but it shines and mystifies me... oh what a beautiful thing it is. Is it a spaceship? A star? Maybe an airplane? Among the coral-to-indigo sunset, I admire the clouds. As I continued, and it came to be 6:32PM, the sky was darker and clouds swooshed like swaths of cotton dabbed in indigo watercolor. Beautiful yet, and God's power would soon be seen in His rainfall and winds.

Thunder strikes so suddenly - unforeseen - and rainshowers pour like a waterfall on once dry land. The rainfall lasts as long as the bright and heavenly sunlight does in the deepest well. But it existed. My zoo is safe, of course, and this phenomenal thing only adds mystic beauty to my peaceful little place.

The wind is picking up. I hear thunder again in the distance. I see two little birds in the centre of a shrub. The birds are playing. Dead leaves on trees rustle.

Almost every slight sound, disturbance of the peace, startles the little fluttering ears of this lone bunny. The bunny I caught in the grounds of "sprinklers" all alone nibbling grass. This bunny knows I'm here, I'm sure of it, but let me in on this peaceable sight tongight. My noises - a cluster all at once - seem to not bother this fellow so much. This bunny hasn't run away or hidden. This bunny just watches me and the world go by: it's ironic that I've been here this long and the bunny has yet to leave. I'm willing to bet more than my lucky stars on it that this bunny is not in my zoo, but rather I am, and so is all other human thing, in its zoo. We just don't know it. We don't see doors, walls, or glass windows. This bunny is prolly waiting to get bored of me getting bored because it knows that I"m prolly gonna leave before it does. This is so humiliating, but I love it, that the bunny here - unlike others - is in more control than me!

Awhile earlier before coming here, I was standing at the sight of 2 innocent bunnies who nibbled away. They were very much sensitive to any sound that they ran to the bushes when people emerged loudly from the 2nd story of the building. Thus I had to leave to come here where the bunny is ever closer to me! Oh joy! But woe to the times when a guard must show and walk so heavily that the bunny retreats to a safe distance.

By God, I will return to this sight morrow night in hope of another fulfilling sight.

Good night little lone bunny! May moonlight wrap your dreams like mochi and pillow!

This is really a reflection on a night last week - probably Thursday - when bunnies were caught plotting the grass of a certain area like little water sprinklers. Of course, that was what it looked like to me from afar. When I got close enough to see the round and fluffy-soft bodies of bunnies in the grass, the idea of water sprinklers is obviously obliterated: they looked more like large, soft-toned rocks sleeping in the wilderness - or better - buffalo nibbling, grazing, the grass of the great plains. The bunnies saw me, of course, so even though I wanted only to sit and watch them, they all vanished into the shrubs as quickly as possible.

The night life in the zoo is pretty tame. It's amazing how peaceful the animals get. The lions lie on their sides under the star-filled sky and bathe in the moonlight while tropical birds flutter their wings in branches ofo trees as they watch the night go by. I hear the crickets, monkies in their cage, birds and occassionally the rapping of claws against cages by leopards or tigers. Their cages seem too large of an area to even be considered a cage. At night it is all too evident that the animals are contained by a play pen. Tonight I caught myself off-guard when two cheetahs began a wild chase game in their living quarters. They ran and ran at remarkably high speeds and it seemed as though they had no confinement. They rolled over each other, paws on paws, when caught and their sense of fun lavished the night.

The grass is unbearable to stay off of! I stand by a wall and observe the cottontail bunnies: One leaps out from a shady bush and wiggles its fatty furry body from head to paws. Two bouncy little ones chase in a circle, hesitate facing one another, then both jump in a cyclone-like motion about three feet into the air. The one on the left stops on the dirt ground and takes a breath before pouncing up higher off the ground - straight up - and lightly land on the ground moments thereafter. I never knew bunnies did such things until now!

It's in the middle of Spring. The month is unknown, some time between the Milkyway and the Moon of a Nother World. In my private zoo, I sit beside white bunnies on a lawn of limegreen grass. They nibble away as I feel a cool breeze blow soft and steady against my face. The sun is so bright, but nearing its setting into dusk, it looks like some foreign moon floating in the sky. There are clouds that hang like smooth draped lace in colours of fruit sherbets. The animals in my private zoo are quietly resting in their wide spaceland. Stars in the sky are like little white powder spots, they just are, there. I sing a little tune to myself.

I would cuddle the cute and harmless animals in my private zoo. I would rest in the shade on a grassy lawn against the fluffy fur of some big, warm and tame animal - maybe a lion, tiger, or polar bear - all afternoon until I wake from some luxuriously wonderful nap.

With my own private zoo, I wouldn't have to worry about what other people think because it's a private zoo!

And on my zoo I'd live... I would have a pool with a somewhat large island in the center. There would be a waterfall and a cave behind it. In the cave the pool water still flows, and the edges of the cave have platform to sit on. The end of the cave is a bar-like area with cool lillypad or stone stools that are slightly above the water. That is my getaway destination. And on the island is all grassy with palm trees. Wild birds, that wind the spring of the world - or coo, call out from the heavens.

That's my private zoo. But that's only beginning!