====== Froggies and Doggies of Light ======
by Robert L. Paddock\\
Copyright (C) 2022
Let there be light!
Light is forever more.
Lights the day.
Lights the night.
Guiding Light.
[1]
Let there be light.
Ever more light.
To darkness removed.
There is only light.
Froggies and Doggies
Enjoy the light
Whiter than White
There is always more light!
[2]
Forever more you are loved
in all the light
by The Light.
[1: At this point
Search for Tomorrow
(TV Soap Opera Series 1951–1986) final seen appears in my Mind's Eye:
Stu to Joann: What are you searching for Joe?
Joann: Tomorrow
Guiding Light (TV Soap Opera Series 1952–2009).
I have no memorable scenes from GL?]
[2:Channeling Dr. Seuss?]
====== The Death of Opossum ======
by Robert L. Paddock\\
Copyright (C) 2014
On the way to work this morning I saw Opossum die.
It trotted out of the brush to my left.
Full day a head, full of life.
Opossum was oblivious to the approaching car inches from it.
Inches from Death.
I braced myself, slowing as fast I could, praying for the best for the beast.
The oncoming car startled Opossum causing it to rise.
To beat Opossum against the bottom of the car.
Oh what a surprise!
Opossum rolled twice.
Four legs to the sky.
Still Opossum lies.
I had just watched Death.
A critter had just died.
It made me think of the instant between life and death.
Why has Karen died?
At night she no longer lies near my side.
Is she happy on the other side?
To at long last be pain free with Angels at her side?
As I type this I cry still.
Trying hard not to bawl.
So hard to go on still.
We are here for but an instant //then gone as we lie still//.
The old joke "Why did the Chicken cross the road? To show the Opossum
that it could be done!".
Funny no more, as Opossum lies still...
Dedicated to the late Karen Paddock, 1969 - 2013.
[[http://www.kpaddock.com|http://www.kpaddock.com]]
Opossum are colloquially called possums; Latin: Didelphimorphia.
====== Spiders ======
by Robert L. Paddock\\
Copyright (C) 2015
Spiders are everywhere.
Grandma's baseman. Parents basement.
Silken webs as clingy as a cocoon, dew filed at night.
We watch them for hours on the old Kennerdell Bridge as they ate last nights meal.
Then repaired the damage to the web for the coming night.
Usually out of sight they stayed at night.
Waiting for a bug in flight.
To pounce with delight when one landed and started to fight, the web of the night...
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The Reign of spiders
The citizens of the Australian town of Goulburn woke up to a scene out of a Stephen King novel.
Read more at http://blog.therainforestsite.com/raining-parachute-spiders/#kpaddock.org
http://blog.therainforestsite.com/reasons-to-love-spiders/
====== I Want a Do Over ======
by Robert L. Paddock\\
Copyright (C) 2013,2017
There are several days in my life that I'd like a “do over” for.
Do I got back to a few days before Karen's suicide due to Chronic Pain to prevent it?
Do I got back 24 years to prevent her car accident in the first place,
so that she did not suffer for all of the years?
Do I got back to the post office where I let a lovely looking young
lady go before me, where there was a very long line at Christmas.
She hung around by the door clearly wanting me to talk to her
and I was too shy at the time, something I've overcome with the
passing years. I would have never meet Karen at all.
Do I go back to high school and ask the girl there that I liked, that
I was too afraid too even talk with due to my shyness?
Do I go back to the first big decision of my life when I was seven,
and my parents gave me a choice between Karate Lessons or an Organ
with music lessons. I chose the music lessons, as being a Nerd, I was
attracted to all the blinking lights and buttons of the organ.
I should have chosen Karate.
If we could pull at the threads of the tapestry of our lives how much
of it will unravel? Do we want it too?
I chatted with a lovely young lady as we left a meeting about our shared interests.
I asked her to join me for lunch. A new regret I shall not have. We only regret those things that we do not do...