You may have noticed that the last entry which was posted at 00.00 and so was neither Sunday or Monday, wittered rather annoyingly about my writer's angst and so I thought the very least I could do would be to provide you with an example of my craft and let you see what you thought of it.
This piece was written following a dream I had in the hours between 30th May and the 1st June 2005; it is practically a transcription of the dream and hardly tarted up at all . . . I hope you enjoy it.
The Greatest Living Naturalist
The monkeys in the canopy high above the ancient, lost city that lay drowning in the heat, paused in their daily business of living and dying as a group of men entered the clearing, destroying the still surface of the day like so many stones dropped into a cooling pool.
Following in their wake came another. Older, wiser maybe, he seemed to be some sort of leader but was content to do as the others asked;He sat, then walked, looked around and talked, did the same thing over and over and over again as the heat of the day increased.
The other men watched in silence as he did this, they talked and conferred, looked at the sky, talked some more and then made the old frail chief do it “just once more please, David”.
He smiled. And did as he was asked.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
The men left with noise and bustle leaving the old one behind for a few moments. He looked up to the canopy and his blue eyes met their brown ones and he seemed to want to talk to them; tell or ask them something very important.
The eyes in the canopy, high above didn’t really consider much their meeting with The Greatest Living Naturalist; They just thought he was, like most men
A Not Very Good Monkey.
And so we have it; again good night to you - for it is now nearly twenty minutes into Monday the 18th - and
'til next time
Be Seeing You !