Impure, Indeed, Infer – Three word challenge posted by
Impure indeed! How absolutely insidious that you would infer to me, to me that one single creation of mine has been a mistake.
Look upon that glossy sea and what is it that you see? Thousands of miles of ocean blue filled with whale and squid, enough food for all.
The sandy beaches are pristine white, reflects the sun and makes more light. Brings warmth then rain to this fair earth that is me and mine.
What’s that you say? Look again? Remove the luscious green vines from my eyes, that I might see and become once again wise?
What folly is this? What twist of fate? Mother Nature does not make mistakes! What’s done is done but can be undone. An experiment it was handed down from above, to see if a sentient one could respect the bounds.
Alas he could not and it’s sad to me, I loved watching the little boys climb my trees, while little girls with hair in curls played among my whipper whorls.
The boys did grow to wield mighty axes. The girls no longer took their lessons in herbs, and plants and all things green.
In all these millennium I must admit, Mother Nature has had a slip. I will put things back to right, one more fortnight and we can heal once this plaque has wrought its deal.
I’ve watched her do it a hundred times, no, two hundred! Push this button and, nope, screen went blue, not good. I’ll just try this other one with that Apple thing on it, she uses it the most to write on and doesn’t cuss at it as much as this other all blue one. What’s this now? An R? On the one that isn’t an Apple thingy.
I’ll push the R, for red so the blue will go away. And push! Sirens? What? I’ve attempted to access an adult restricted site? Why would someone put an adult restricted site on a kids computer? Oh right, these are moms computers. One for working for money and one for working for free …. writing. She says that all the time.
Ok, I’ll just push this one, C for clean up. That’s the ticket. I’ll hold it down over and over again until I’ve cleaned it all up. And swoop! That was the last one.
Hey mom! Come and see what I’ve done! I’ve completely cleaned up both your computers, all shiny, new and blue.
Little Koda lays here beside me for hours, waiting for this monster COVID to let go of me. My big girl patrols outside, waiting too. Waiting. Waiting while so sick and alone would truly be intolerable without my furry loves.
The nightmare came again. Yellow goo swallowing me into a diseased COVID haze. I dare not lay back, lest the yellow muck of phlegm and mucus my body is suffocating me in, in its feeble attempt to wash these toxins from my ailing cells, drowns me instead.
Shaking my fist at the irony of man in his attempt to salvage life, to make it last longer, to be healthier; has inadvertently created an illness that converts, changes, metamorphosis’ into something even man’s feeble drugs can not touch.
The body aches for release from this torment. I shall not give in, I shall not let COVID win. I sleep.