Reactions

by Bodo Frog

Shooting red planes of glass come at me from the southeast

They attack my humble abode, my little dwelling place piercing my foothold desecrating my sanctuary with laser guided accusations. They make me re-evaluate my mode of transportation, they make me seek medicine on a journey against the virus, red, orange, green floating fish flakes.
Sometimes my shark scares me when he looks back at me, and behind those dark darting eyes is an already calculated reaction a part of his mind that has been passed down from a million years of evolution.

Pesticide rains down upon the farmer's corn crop. A grasshopper gets laced with the fine mist covering lightly his exoskeleton. He searches for a nearby pond not knowing why white sparks appear before his eyes.

Will he make it or will he be caught? by some swift young boy who pulls his pesticide laced wings off and puts him in his sling shot to be shot in the air like a piece of popcorn popping, crashing down to the ground with broken jaw and tobacco spit oozing from his mutilated mandibles.

Humans can be so much crueler than nature.

Just look at how we treat our own species.

Back in the mind's eye a place exists where reaction happens as quick as the guillotine. We have drawn this reaction out, spun it like a spider's web glistening with dew in the morning grass. Our minds are like spider webs catching, enveloping, absorbing, different free floating thoughts that make the web green with chemical electricity layering tiers to form eventual plans of reactions and actions.
I'm going to abstain from abstaining. Keeping my mind level like a carpenter's bubble. Sleep eludes me like a crafty hamster who has gotten out of her cage. I will set a trap or better yet become a trap so I can pounce upon her with cupped hands.