Making It Up As I Go Along #417

Discovered
Animals undiscovered in the deep.
Each venture followed by TV crews.
Scientists giddy with new discoveries.
Found on the last day of the voyage.
A little red squid or a fish with a lump.
Unknown before, unseen, moved to a plastic bucket
And gawked at.

We keep discovering more.
When you’d think we must have seen it all.
Something new pops up.
A tiny ant atop a tree.
It’s universe a mix of leaves, twigs, and trunks.
The earth below and the seas beyond
Unknown.

Are there animals we’ve yet to discover
That have themselves, already discovered us?
A shy fish in the depths.
Seeing the coming cameras and nets.
And skirting away from the twine
Away from the lights.
Hanging on the edge of blackness
Watching.

Could there be desert spiders?
Whose daily lives have nothing to do with us?
Yet once every few spider generations,
People wander through.
And the spider huddles under a rock
Or within a sandy hole.
Peaking out, puzzled by the odd creatures
Appearing for the first time.

Or creatures who dup us.
We know they’re there and they don’t hide away.
But they don’t let us in.
Dolphins scoot up to say hello.
Playing in the wakes of ships.
Chirping at us in Flipper fashion.
But when we go, perhaps they go about their day.
Ready to move on from human distraction.
Chuckling among themselves
At the silliness of people.
And wondering if we’ll ever get it...
As they go back to their hidden paradise.


MONDAY...
— Fairly drab day at work... lunch with Melissa being about it. Physio... nap... some TV. Pacific finale was quite good. Blue Jays were not.

TUESDAY...
— Tired today. Day shift is catching up to me. Habs game is annoying tonight. Hab fans will riot with joy if the team can just score a goal again.
— Bike in to get fixed up for summer. One week to go.

WEDNESDAY...
— Meh kind of day. I did learn, at the cafeteria, that scrambled eggs and an omelet are the same thing. Knobs.

THURSDAY...
— Long long day at work. Took forever to reach lunch... after then it was alright. Montreal wins at home. Saturday may be the series... tie it up... or down three to one.

FRIDAY...
— I know I haven’t had kids and don’t know what it’s like being a parent. But I’ve seen enough spoiled kids to know bad parenting when I see it. And I saw it at the tail end of physio. For a half hour, the mother tried to negotiate with her son. Asking him to be good and stay where she can see... then, when he doesn’t do this, she tries pleading with him “want to be a good boy”... “stay where mommy can see you”... “If you don’t do it, no donut after soccer”. There is no way this kid isn’t getting his donut. He knew it... mommy knew it... I knew it. The kid even told her “If you don’t get me one, I’ll buy it with my own money”. And she seemed to feel he won with that one, and began negotiated again. Licences for parenting... no children allowed if you don’t earn your licence.

SATURDAY...
— Some laundry and cleaning. Hockey is hard to sit through. Possibly the least skill needed by a goaltender in getting a shutout that I’ve seen in the NHL. Montreal loses and is one loss from elimination.