Stories Told When No One Is Listening (Part 2)
Bobcat Logic Show #129
I have decided to share my poems with you listeners of Bobcat Logic. Imagine that you are riding your pony through the sage and pines and each poem is a scrap of paper stuck by the wind to a bush. If you are a water person, imagine that each piece is a bottle with a yellowed note rolled up inside that you just fished out of the sea. This collection was made as a cycle of seasons and thus, each group of poems are gathered under the headings of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. Between each piece you will hear a bell sound. At this sound, the paper in your imaginary hands will turn to smoke and blow away where it will. You will become a free participant in the sense that when any two people sit looking at clouds, both are free to imagine any shapes they want from the vapor provided by the circumstances.