Portly Me

The geese lift slowly and struggle to find their formation in the sky. I look at a guy in the eye and he breaths grizzley bear hostility towards me. My love for the stream brings a mountain goat my way as the salmon jump upstream. Nature has said,"Maybe," and then "ENOUGH!!!" They relate to me plainly blaming me for what I do see. They wish to not be naked BEFORE THE LORD. Little robin promised no pregnancy to me. Blue eggs in every tree is not okay with me. Too much with too little to give. I speak for the land of Jeremial. Scarcity is not a comfortable profecy. Girth needs a wide birth when it comes to me. I am going from a river raft to a Carnival Cruise ship in like one week's time. The only way to stop something is to start something else. I have fires burning that even that little robin or the cat in the night cannot see. HE is LION. Get away.