BOP

2024.08.20

[All images courtesy of Ms. Copilot and +he Ghos+ (2024)

2024.08.20

Good morning that wonderful way.

Abe barks at eagles in the sky.

Feel that ought to be the whole entry.
A cryptic one liner masked in direct observation.

But he really does.

Birds of prey go away?
Or a hello?

There's a little growl to it. Maybe he doesn't want them chasing his fun away or eating his fun.

All the small woodland creatures Abe chases are food for the Great Plucker Uppers of the sky, also known as: Birds of Prey.

Wonder if birders call them BOPs.

If I were a birder, I'd most definitely call them BOPs.

Another bop in the sky.

Oh, what kind of bop?

(I'd use the word BOP as often as I could, if I were a birder.)

There's a name for birders, a scientifically important sounding one. Maybe something with the aviary prefix to it. I'll look it up later.

(An Ornithologist is the professional name. Lots of other fun slang versions. Search, if you'd like.)

Sometimes he barks at the sky for no apparent reason.

I, too, can spot a BOP high up as a BOP can go.

But what about birder dogs? How high can they see?

Perhaps it's a satellite.

Now that's a good start to a story, a dog that can spot satellites in the sky.

That raises a lot of questions.

Any time you can start a story with a dog, or a cat, you should. You're guaranteed a reader for at least a few more paragraphs.

So, Abe the Dog

I'll specify in case you're not familiar with the blog and don't know Abe is the hound I rescued from Texas. Longview Texas ironically, which ironically, ironically fits with the blog. Which, if you read you already know, and have no purpose for reading this parenthetical. Which, I not ironically, most unfortunately, should have mentioned in the first sentence of it. Precious time presses for time! On to the next!

How to bring this entry around to make some profound poetical insight into the world?

Something about friends sometimes being able to see what we can't?

Something about the soul matched with the knowledge of dogs and cats and why would they ever choose to come live with us?

That's another route to take towards purpose: Talk about, what we've so sonorously unfortunately started calling, 'fur-babies.'

The Institution of Fur Babies.
(Probably the Title) ^

That's a great saying: "The lunatics are running the asylum."

It means: Watch the nightly news after you've looked up synonyms for birders.

Synonyms for Birders
(Another good title.) ^

"He's not really saying much this entry, but I keep reading. Not quite sure why. It's not the pictures. That's just a quick scroll to see fur babies."

I ought to say something to help your day.

Perhaps I'll just work here in the sanctuary of pretty prose and keep it to myself.

Pregnant potential! That's a way to end. A Great Phrase.

Or I'll just leave it open for you to infer what it all means.

Afterall the best way to say something, sometimes, is to say
Nothing at all.
(A much better title) ^

+he Ghos+

S.J. Wynn