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| Illustration is 'Mountainscape' by Casey Fallon. Check out his blog here: http://www.cfallonart.blogspot.ca/ |
The sun is
truly setting on those humans who live in my mountain.
Their
castle sits right in my sights, all those loose stones piled uselessly upon
each other.
Many years
ago, that flat place supported a meadow. Ice crystals glittered there in the
winters, wildflowers bloomed there in the summers. In springtime, sheep with
sure feet and curved horns climbed down to raise lambs amongst the brambles. Fish
used to splash about in that river.
Now the
lapping of oars is the only sound that comes from the water. A weaker kind of
sheep bleat hopelessly in slaughtering-pens. Only stone towers grow on that flat
these days.
They call
me a ‘monster,’ those humans who live in my mountain. They’re perfect
hypocrites, the lot of them. I will only to do to them what they’ve already
done to the fish and the sheep.
Every
creature eats to live.
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