Goodbye to a Friend

Today I found out that Romeo the Trumpeter Swan, that has graced the lake for 4 years and was such a majestic animal... is dead. There is a mystery of sorts... he may have been poisoned. We don't know for sure, and I wont go into details because its too upsetting. All I can say is that if he was poisoned, then I hope that whoever did this, Karma hits them full force and they do not see a peaceful night for the rest of their lives. I had a feeling a few days ago that something bad was going to happen and I just dismissed it. It bugged me for days and I even spoke to my roommate about it. Romeo had been staying on the next lake, probably because the Canadian Geese and their babies were here on our lake, and they sometimes get cranky when there are babies present. Canadian Geese are very protective of their young. We may never really know what happened, never-the-less its a sad day here on the Finger Lakes...

Outlaw Ways

What is it about an outlaw....... makes them so intense......so intriguing.....so dangerous.....and so desirable? Is it that you know better? Are you tempting fate? Maybe its the simple fact that we inherently desire danger. Ive had my share of outlaws in my day, and I'm probably not done with that part of my life. I must get this from my Mother, or even further down the road cuz somewhere Jesse & Frank James is in our family history, and if you go farther back to Scotland, well hell we were all skirt wearin cattle rustlers anyway. Ive chased them from one side of the USA to the other and back again. Ive run the roads, played with the temptations, rode the Ninth Wave, rode shotgun, carried a gun, been the devil and danced the dance. Ive been burned, and perhaps the fire is what is so fascinating and hypnotic. Being good just never seems to be as much fun as walking that edge. The Lady Gwen knows... we share that outlaw thing.... we always have, even way back.... and I do mean way way back when dragons flew. I cast the last outlaw out well over a year ago and , while I knew I had to do that not a day goes by that my mind doesn't cross that path.... and I wonder. And then, I gather my strength and my faith and i walk on and I don't look back. I sometimes wonder if the outlaw ever is doing the same thing.... and wonder if ever someday we will be glancing backwards at the same time and catch a glimpse of a ghost in the fog