Tonight, outside my window, I hear the animals fighting amongst themselves. No, I'm not scared. I'm located half way between a suburban area and a rural resort. The most fearsome animals we have here are the abandoned house pets and the forsaken rodents. An assortment of the rogue animals gather in the unoccupied, dilapidated house that staggers next to mine. Each night the animals roam the street outside my window, and I hear the war cries from the wounded. It seems each night, the gang of animals battles a rival gang from a different garrison stationed in the proximity.

Sometimes I'll sit in the silent dark, listening to the battles as it intensifies. As the bloodshed continues, I wonder how we relate. Us, humans. No, not at war. War is too intense of a subject to relate my insignificant babbles. I wonder if each of us resemble and animal. What if the original people to my American home land were accurate in their beliefs. I'm succumbed by a road of mirrors. I hesitate because I do not want to take this path. Sometimes I cannot bare my own reflections.


(...to be continued...)