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Big Paul, a story by bhut, literature
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Big Paul, a story
It was dark now. Big Paul, a veteran sheepdog, was already at guard, guarding the sheep. (Hey, what did you expect?) It was still relatively early after sunset, so everything was quiet, though not too quiet, and Big Paul could already smell someone familiar.
“Red,” Big Paul called out to that specific someone. “Come out of the grass – I can smell you!”
“Yes you can,” Red, a male red fox, did look out of the grass, though he kept his distance, given the size difference between himself and Big Paul. “So what? I am not harassing your sheep, and there are not even any lambs. Piss off!”
Big Paul frowned. “This is what I want to talk to you about,” he told Red. “Everyone and everything seem to be more on edge lately than normally; is it because of the dry spell, or not-?”
Big Paul did not finish, as a breeze brought a wisp of a scent to him – bobcat! Big Paul had his own opinion of the wildcat – unlike red foxes, bobcats were quite capable of killing even adult sheep, (if they got lucky)
Resilient by B0dah, literature
Literature
Resilient
Contrarian by nature
Fragile above the surface
I draw my strength from the deepest
They sever me and
Lay me on my death bed
Where I scatter my remains
To feed the superficial their unknown
They absorb me
Flourish around my grave
I stay resilient in the inbetween
Holding a lifeline in the darkness
A slender thread of patience
As long as the water glows
And the moon drips on my pillow
My rebirth will curse the rigid
I am societies weed
My death is never final