create a Diorama.
Three mothers. An old one. Middle one. Young one. Two midling young ones, an infant. Goats. Dog. Cats…old and young. Lizards all ages, Worms, unknown indeterminate. Birds. A tin shelter in an old forest at the top of a steep Hill in a land of many steep hills and many forests.
There is no rain. Sun prevails. Forest leaves reflect and glisten. Young mother is laid low from a malady of the immune system. Her limbs are weak. She lies down with the infant and they sleep through the early part of the day. The old mother goes off with the dog to walk the perimeters, hoping the dog can learn what is her business what might be Not. The door of the tin shelter is left open and the old cat goes in and out.
The old mother and dog enter the forest of the doe Goats, who descend upon them, rushing to know their business, gathering around as they walk, mumbling amongst themselves. The dog runs the outer circle. Old mother sits on a forest trunk that has somehow circled around and back into the earth, and feeling this, also feels a pull of earth in her body. There is a rustling and looking up, she sees the young cat high above , carrying a twig in her mouth.
It goes this way until the Middle mother arrives with Goat feed and all go into motion. Carrying the infant, unloading and stacking, feeding into the bowls. Some bedding too, here from rice straw that is soft and billowy for the bedding in the tarp shelters of the buck forestyards. They talk as they carry and spread. The infant squeals, waving her arms, kicking her legs. Middle mother has also brought seeds. Slenderette Bush Beans, OG Gourmet Salad blend Lettuce, Scarlet Runner Beans, Sweet Watermelon, Buttercrunch Lettuce….just guessing because she is not much for planting, but brings them as a gift.
Dusk nears and the Young mother goes off with the midlings to get food, leaving the Old mother and the infant to hold their own. Infant is feeling loss and is restless. Old mother begins to sing and somehow, in the midst of the singing, finds HER SONG, that is part song and part vibration and the infant recognizes and accepts this song as belonging to her too. They sing and listen until the Young mother returns. They eat. They leave. The Old mother sits with the dog and old cat and remembers back through the day. Marking it inside her body.
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