nature wins, but doesn't learn.

doe,
a deer,
a female deer...

how often does an animal look surprised to see you in your own home?
right?
i mean,
is that the face of someone wondering what the F* i'm doing there, or what?
i'm just sayin'-
i pay the mother-effing mortgage,
and i provided that millet you're grazing on, honey.
ugh.
neighbors,
she's just not listening.
no, really,
i'm out there in my morning robe,
hucking objects across the yard;
i'm yellin' obscenities outta open windows,
i'm tapping on glass to get her attention-
basically,
i'm reppin' some 'hood sh!t in these hills in the hopes of scaring
the yard-prowling propensity right out of her.
but,
do you think her hunger is less than her wariness?
obviously not.
and now she's steady eating birdseed,
every dang day,
and barely caring about my presence.
i thought self-preservation instincts were supposed to dominant
in these faun jauns?
damn.
instead,
she's just another 'nother in a long line of well-fed females disregarding me.
womp womp.
nature wins, y'all.
i think it's because of a secret set of changeable house rules.
ew.
we all know those are tough to beat.
i'm sayin'-
rules is rules,
and somehow, even when you don't know 'em,
you're still expected to obey 'em.
that's a hard style, and an instance where ignorance isn't bliss.
.....and neither is being ignored by this deer.
it's good friday, but i'm about to be very badly behaved.
it's regrettable that i'm so much of a skeptic,
because i can't count on absolution for the evils i'm about to commit
in the woodsly goodness out behind the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
jesus would be pissed that he died for these sins.
i mean,
he'd be miffed about 'em if he ever came back, or whatever.
oh. c'mon!
anyway,
that's our daily dose of ma nature's magical creations,
live and direct from my masterful manse's gorgeous grounds.
uh-huh.
it could be caused by the caustic rays of the full moon, i imagine.
y'feel me?
like, why else would wild animals be giving no F*s,
and munching up like savage sharky gluttons on all the treats i have to offer?
full mooning seems a likely culprit.
after all, i know that's what i'm doing....
so why would it be any different for any of my stormswept raging
rangy, raring, recalcitrant battle-beastly brethren?
das IT!
it's bright, it's warm, it's all really happening-
it IS a good friday after all;
never quiet, never soft.....