It's Just My Preference

 


1..The invasion began once more in the same way it has each year,
2..THIS PIECE WAS GENERATED IN MUCH THE SAME FASHION.
1..in the Spring after the snow and cold retreats in the unrelenting
2..TIME SLIPPING AWAY AS THE DAY GROWS LONG HEADED INTO DARK,
1..onslaught of sunshine striking this rock as it shifts on its axis
2..HOURS REDUCED TO MINUTES AS THE CLOCK HANDS MARCH ONWARD.


1..First noticed was the foraging along counters, in search of needed sustenance
2..I OBSERVE THE EVERYDAY WITHIN MY SURROUDINGS HOPEFUL OF UNCOVERING
1..not found elsewhere during days yet to provide their daily quota of nourishment outside
2..A HINT, WORD, OR THOUGHT WHICH MAY LEAD TO AN IDEA.

1..They have no prearranged destination, only scrounging the area within their environment.
2..NOTHING IS PLANNED, NO LAYED OUT ROUTE TO FOLLOW, WINGING EACH DAY,
1..hopeful of something to carry back to their kin.
2..SPUR OF THE MOMENT UNTIL' IT' IS DISCOVERED, AND FLOWS FROM PEN TO PAGE

2..AS I WRITE THIS I AM REMINDED WE ARE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM OTHER CREATURES ON THIS PLANET, EVEN PLANTS, INSECTS AND THE SMALLEST OF LIFEFORMS.
THE REALLY DIFFERENCE THE ONE THAT MOST MATTERS IS WE WERE GIVEN THE
ABILITY TO KNOW BETTER, AND I TRULY, TRULY WISH WE WOULD USE THAT GIFT.