The Nonsense Singer

The Nonsense Singer

Bachelor Herd

Observe the collision of ocean with earth. 

See jagged slag and clay cliffs crumbling, slippage tumbling to grumbling green water, seething and bursting to splashes of spray. Misty Misty Misty

Stunted cypress slant sidelong in the wind, windbreak to nothing but structures long gone.

Hear the rumble of the sea, the shrieks of seafowl, the ever blowing sea breeze and call of the elk.

The elk dwell upon this island in two distinct groups: the bachelor herd of lesser males, young and weak…

…and the alpha male with his cows.

Most bachelors will never know the pleasure of mounting a cow, much less the possession of the harem.

The weaklings envy the alpha discretely from afar. The young bachelors have an ally in time: even the strongest alphas will eventually grow old.

Behold: this old alpha’s bluff is finally blown, vanquished by upstart bachelors. The only thing worse than having nothing is to have it all then lose it.

Offshore is an islet of refuge to old elk, awfully far away and surrounded by sharks. Can the old elk make that massive swim? That is a mystery for the ages.

Emboldened by the old alpha’s exile, the two strongest bachelors contest the cows. Sharing the harem never crossed their minds, which entangles them in the selfsame fate.

Sometimes serendipity slaughters the strong, enabling the weak to weaken posterity

The weak demand our deepest sympathy but the slope that way is slippery. Alas!

For the life of the species is a constant balancing act between evolution and devolution, the path of perpetuation and the plunge to extinction.

Because the feeble aren’t meant to flourish in Mother Nature’s great scheme; they are meant to dream and dream they do.

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