Poems by Brother Ollie: the Tired Monk
Sometimes - tired or not - a tired monks gotta do what he's gotta do.If only those sleeping novices knew...One day will they have to do it too?Anna :o]
Love it, Ollie. We have a Stealth Racoon living in our yard - he has discovered we have a garbage can full of tasty birdseed and has been trying to chew his way into it....I saw him approaching it yesterday - he looked, in profile, like an elderly man, on his hind legs, stealthily tiptoing, big potbelly hanging out, heading for the Goody Jar. So cute.
Work and duty continue without the awareness of others...awesome.
Like the tired monk's good sense of timing...
Old Ollie,It was a great surprise to find that the tired monk has wandered back to take up his summer duties. Faithfully as usual, while letting the novices have their sleep, while he is busy counting racoons:)Best Regards,Eileen
Thanks for staying vigilant, how are you with skunks? There was a huge one at the end of my driveway the other night picking at my mother-in law's garbage, needless to say I gave it a wide berth 8^D
Thanks for helping with the development of Olsonomics.