The Feeding

 

In this time of feedings of little creatures you stop to think of how you nourish others.  Yourself.  And if you are any good at all for anyone.  Keeping something alive is such a hard and terrible, stressful, wonderous, glorious thing.  There are moments of absolutely  nothing else existing.  No news, or worries or weather.  Just you and the very basic things of life.  Food, warmth and snuggles are the universe.  What else is there in the end but love and doing good?  Well there’s hatred and venom and that fire in your brain smiting and judging everyone.  But other than that what is there?

 

 

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