@JapanIntercult@powderbum75 My Friend, your social causes are highly regarded among My People. We could all use more grass and a green canopy to laze under during those long hard days of summer.
For your next enterprise, might I suggest the world of veganism.
Failing that, spare the Boar. Eat the bird.
@writerofscratch The history of My People is one of poetry and prose.
And umeshu. We are quite fond of umeshu.
If you would kindly leave some out for us.
@jake_j_jung My People are, indeed, warriors. Whether we are thought of as foolhardy or not concerns us little. Label us as you wish.
What My People do care about, and what you seem to have missed, is as brilliantly blue on your page as the morning sky in spring.
@AYabanjin In yesteryears My People would still be bound by the great snows to the distant hills. All that is gone now. The world has changed, My Friend. I understand your trepidation, but we mean no harm. We are all mere hungry beasts, confused as to what is ours and what is the neighbors.
Watching the fox cub
in the moonlight
I feel an awe
at its presence.
If it sat up and spoke,
blessed me
with its Fire Sermon
saying “Strive on Diligently,”
not sure I’d be surprised.
From the Boar Journals on a full moon night in autumn.
@mrjeffu Your People, fond of your guns and your sticks and your barbed wire, pouring your concrete over the grass where my ancestors once slept.
I can assure you My People will tell this tale differently.
@zaichishka My People mourn the loss of every being, and curse the existence of these traps we lay for one another.
Why it is we can not sit round the same fire, sharing fruit and plum wine under a star-filled sky, swapping tales in a language we all understand, is something I never will.
To have fallen from saying grace and expressing gratitude, to eating the flesh of my brethren in an anger born from revenge.
The sadness of your people.
under this noon sun
the dragonflies hover
and thoughts float
toward cool evenings
spent on distant hills
summers long ago
From the Boar Journals on a July afternoon.
@PaprikaGirl_JP@vibromama “An island surrounded by boars.”
My People tell this tale differently.
I do hope appropriate prayers of gratitude were offered.
@obenkarp The tales My People tell each other come with warnings of their own, though it’s not our fellow boar that we fear.
We admire the way Your People love the land, how you till your soil, the gardens you grow, much less so that you claim it as your own.
@Gaijinotousan My People are fond of casual strolls, delightful dawdles, and on nights when the moon is full and the plum wine flows we’ve been known to partake in rambunctious rambles, and so, My Friend, the next time our paths cross please do say hello and we can walk awhile together.
@japantrailcam My Little Friends here are, indeed, utterly adorable.
Though please don’t forget them when they are older and worn down from time and while their minds will still surely startle their bodies will not.