Milk hogs

”40” posted the hog, his snout elongated and sniffly

Nursing a cold like a new witch nurse’s a baby familiar

He looked at his accounting books from the milk crate factory

Beeswax slipped slowly down the morning milkshake

Shining yellow wattle light upon the poster on the wall

His old friend’s monkey and fox, and him, and the band they used to play in

Monkey had what? Gone to be a chef at that restaurant, in where? the London grotto?

Fox was Vixen now and made silk scarves and could she still forge the fakes?

Back to it, working, in the old accounting books, no cooking these he thought, taking a sip and trying not to sneeze

Clean now. Could the band still play? After all we were called

Crime’6 D0 Pa7

that was it! 60. The hog typed the answer into the log and decided to take a break.

He would give the old band a call, as soon as this cold passed.

Sniffling and wiping the last of the shake off his bristles, it was snowing again and time to go

Tailbone soup

Down on the dark soiled plains

Grassy plateau frosted with marshmallow flowers

An occasional Bittary tree, glowing under the deep full moons

The giant planet would rise soon

Blue, dark in places, white clouds streaming across is

It was a sight that never grew old

It would rise every Friday, not setting for a whole week

Are they even Friday’s here?

Scuttled under the Bittery tree, I would wait until sunrise to move again

The flock of red, cow like animals that I pretended to look after would sit nearby. Most of them heavily pregnant

Then at midnight, or whatever it was here… a noise

I woke from the daze like meditation I had entered to see a pack of cat like beasts in the long grass creeping up on the flock

I had to alarm, squeaking in a noise that would wake even the heaviest of the sleeping dead

Run

Run

Run

To escape

Allowing the thoughts

I’m allowed to feel bad

It’s a personal thing

Not to block out that thing that was mean

Parking it isn’t the theme

We gain more life from letting it seed

Grow from my sadness

Grow from my pain

Grow in the garden

Enigmas grow again

I’m allowed to feel bad

It’s a personal thing

Not to block out that thing that was mean

Parking it isn’t the theme

We gain more life from letting it seed

Grow from my sadness

Grow from my pain

Grow in the garden

Enigmas grow now again

Animals as Elements: 47-48 Silver Fox & Cadmium Golden Eagle

Silver is an uncommon metal element that is mostly used decoratively and in jewellery. Though it is used in solar panels, water filtration, circuitry, and in radio and radar technologies. It has the lowest contact resistance and highest electrical conductivity of any known metal, and its applications are getting more widespread within the computer electronics and electric generation industries.

Foxes are a versatile candid like animal, though some are more closely related to voles than dogs they are my favourite creature bar none. The common phrase “a silver fox” is pretty much all it took to get its association with this element but I’m sure you can find plenty more.

The Golden Eagle is a common bird of prey that lives all round the northern hemisphere. It’s much like Cadmium in its commonality. It preys small rodents, occasionally other birds and carrion.

Cadmium is often a byproduct of the zinc refining process and is used in glass plating and used to be used in batteries. Cadmium is somewhat toxic and has some long-lived isotopes and can be bio reactive causing damage to cells and cancer in fallout post-nuclear bombs or meltdowns.

Aragatte the snake

Fox the fox, found the snake in her eyes 

Monkey heard the plight and dived

Aragatte the snake was pied 

Back, yellow and slivery and snide 

Fox yelled and yipped and dodged on her legs 

Monkey just climbed till they could not see the light 

Aragatte didn’t care, she only ate eggs 

She barely needed to beg, alligator eggs her favorite. Kept her hunting all night 

Sweet and filllling, cracked and chilling

Jumping around the birds

Fleeting joy 

Medow of green grass and grey rock

Sky about to rain the first of the spring 

Running around tail in the air

Jumping around the birds to see them fly

My red friends all yapping with joy

I’m with them finally

Feeling freedom again 

Impart said the speckled frog

Impart, impart, impart 
Said the speckled frog

I’m walking in this soft moist bog

And a Willy wag tail squeaks 

Be curt be curt be curt and cerful, thicker bushes

I squelch and simmer in the heat and avoid the bushes 

A duck startles me 

Map! Map? Map! 

I check and see I’m indeed of course 

Onwards to the swamp gums on the bank a kookaburra yells

Crockcrockacrockaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I hasten my retreat and avoid the area and get to my destination

Their in a little clearing is a old wise serpent whom I’m sure will tell me more I need to know

Limit of a string (a spell)

Every string is concerned

Don’t believe me?

I’m not surprised my love

This is why I tie you up 

In these binds

Listen to my voice

As you know how to trust me

Learn how to trust this truth
Feel this loop it is the roots they are strings 

Tighten blood bonds on your feet 

You walk on these 

Boots
Reach into the trees leaves, 

More strings 

Careful caressing will reveal 

Touch as swoon you will, to you hair the 

Breeze
Phantom of my life, atoms are all

Strings tied into little balls

Tie into strings connect

A little lonely

Fletch
Fishermen in a lake, and yours is great

Little liquid form

A thick string to plumb the depths 

Rope that’s now 

Wet
Dismal bloods, beads out like water

Watch and see it thicken

It is sap from the tree

Thickens scabs that the strings can be seen 

Ties 
You see the boots walk on the roots 

Winds blow you stringy hair

Tied by the fletch 

Wetter by the lake

Ties again with the blood
Strings are connected together my love

Just as you are to them 

Silver Foxes

I don’t chase them

But I crave them

No mater their supposed gender
In love with silver foxes

You could serve them to me in golden boxes
I’ve got a confession to tender

Be they woman or man

I’ll search across the land
For silver foxes

The Fox

They called Adam the fox.
When they told him this he took it on as his own DarkNet persona. A fox was a poet, a planner, a schemer, a cunning and odd but wise friend to some. He was a trickster, a pest, a thing to be hunted, a shadow, to others. It was a lovely persona to have. Sometimes when he was bored he would search for images and books, knowledge to do with fox. That’s how he discovered Sam. On Mars long before he discovered a way to make Douglas look like the best place for her Dad to take the new DarkCaster. Adam knew he had to make a profile of a agency that helped DatkCasters, so he naturally called it DarkFox Unlimited.
He was lost in thought as he got into the slightly late 56 transport to East Quarter. He didn’t notice a dark cloaked person sit four seats away from him. In retrospect a lot of this story would be blank had he taken the to time to step away from his own DarkNet centered world and looked around the transport. Some of you right now might think its a good idea to do the same.

Adam worked at the Central Processing Plant in East Quarter. As he got off his transport, he searched for the new standards he would need to apply today, making sure he didn’t leave his mind open to attack. Thankfully he wasn’t quite that stupid.
The dark cloaked person had to tail him all the way to the Terminal at his station in the Central Processing Plant before he used his skills in a way that could be traced. The Dark Cloaked person placed a trace bug, then slowly set about the way back to the station. Adam didn’t notice the bug at work in his mind for some time.
“Today’s job; process iron ore and gold from Venus five. Transport gold to Zurich station Luna, transport steal to Saturn 7, transport slag to reclaimer 43z”
Adam said aloud. “Ok. A normal day.”
He let his mind work on setting up the last bits of his DarkFox unlimited for Sams arrival on Wednesday. His body did the now automatic process of pulling the leavers and buttons of the processing terminal and transport program.