Tiger

Hey I said I would post pictures of my tiger. Well super late but here:

Daydreams

I like to picture myself living in a house. One that overlooks some vast expanse of land or sea. Whether it be hills or plains or forest. On the top floor of this house there is a window. A large beautiful window, through which I can sit and watch over the vast expanse of earth or sea.

Through this window I can watch the clouds.

As everyone knows clouds are not always the lazy shapeshifting floaters that used to backstroke as dragons or knights or cars or unicorns through our summer imagination as children. Sometimes clouds take beautifully frightening turns inwards on themselves and morph from the pleasant daydreams into the challenging nightmares.

I love storms.
But storms can be forboding.

As I watch this metamorphosis of the sky from my window, I know what I am going to do.
I abandon my post at the window and appear shortly after on my porch. In my right hand I hold my weathered but true Baritone Horn. In my left hand I hold my words.

With Words and Will, Music and Might; I will stand true through this coming storm. Whatever it may spit. Whatever it may growl. Because that is how I was made. To stand when threatened. Bite when provoked. Always rising when knocked down.