{"id":2522,"date":"2011-09-14T12:08:38","date_gmt":"2011-09-14T19:08:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coolkarma.com\/dharma\/?p=2522"},"modified":"2011-09-14T13:34:30","modified_gmt":"2011-09-14T20:34:30","slug":"coyote-ugly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karmabytes.net\/?p=2522","title":{"rendered":"Coyote Ugly"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"I was sitting Zazen … which lately is a euphemism for being in an over-tired zoned out mind warp while watching my IMVU avatar loop micro-gestures (smile, nod, cast eyes down … and repeat) … when I heard the unmistakable sound of a cat in heat outside my window.\u00a0 MerrrArrrRuuuuu …. MerrrArrrRuuu-uuu-uuu.\u00a0 I could say it is an odd way to pick up guys, but I’ve seen comparable moves within the context of this social networking obsession so I figure, live and let live — whatever works in the moment.\u00a0 My eyes glanced to the open window across the room.\u00a0 MerrrArrrRuuuuu.\u00a0 While the cat call may be well suited to attract a mate for the night, I knew that it was also dinner music for the coyotes who are always on the prowl looking for their next meal.\u00a0 And tonight … cat food was on the local venue menu.<\/p>\n

I quickly typed my BRB in the room I was in … which really didn’t matter since I’m pretty sure the other avatar was sleeping … and went downstairs to see if I could find the feline nightingale before she drew a crowd.\u00a0 The little pup offered to come “help”, but she’d just be another juicy morsel for the coyote pack which I was sure were on their way catching an upwind of pheromones in the cool night air.<\/p>\n

I spotted a white shadow dart into the neighbors rose bushes and did my best domestic cat call … kiss, kiss, kiss, pss, pss, pss, pss, pss.\u00a0 The ball of fluff spotted me and took off further under a parked car.\u00a0 I approached slowly explaining to our show girl that it wasn’t safe for her to be peddling her wears under the full moon.\u00a0 Kiss, kiss, kiss, pss, pss, pss, pss.\u00a0 She looked up at me and dashed off between two houses.\u00a0 I hoped she would find her way home.\u00a0 An open window perhaps?\u00a0 A garage door left ajar?\u00a0 Maybe she would climb up a crepe myrtle and be safe until morning.<\/p>\n

>Having failed my search and rescue, I made my way back to bed, lifted the laptop up upon my thighs and continued my Zen meditation.\u00a0 Which translated into saying I was back from BRB, and returned to watch my avatar bat her eyes and smile in an aimless pavlovian loop of catty gestures.\u00a0 And just as the Peace was settling in the room … a slight breeze came in through the open window that caught my attention and the stillness of the night was broken with the rebel yell of the coyote circle.\u00a0 Dinner was served.\u00a0 The yelps and yips echoed in the quarry.\u00a0 It is quite a macab dinner show indeed.\u00a0 I could hear a neighborhood dog barking wildly amist the yiff and howls of the kill.<\/p>\n

Soon, all was quiet again.\u00a0 I glanced at the computer screen and my avi looked non-plussed by the whole ordeal.\u00a0 I closed my eyes and breathed deep as I bid the sweet cat good luck on her new journey.<\/p>\n

Sometimes there is simply no changing what is destined to be.\u00a0 Or so it seems in the moment.\u00a0 We may see ourselves walking into the lions den, or coyote clutch, or IMVU drama pit … but we can’t seem to stop our footsteps as we repeat the same brain patterns that seem programmed to carry us into our next adventure.\u00a0 Smile, nod, cast eyes down … and repeat.<\/p>\n

We may consider that there must be a better way to avoid the blood shed we know awaits.\u00a0 Yet we still choose the same subroutine, day after day, night after full moon maddness.Watching our mind.\u00a0 Watching our actions.\u00a0 Wishing at times things would be different.\u00a0 Witnessing it all and peaking through our fingers as we press our palms tight against our eyes at the moment of the kill.\u00a0 Not wanting to witness the slaughter and not willing to turn away.\u00a0 Day after day, night after sleepless night under a moon full of the emptyness that marks the passage of time.\u00a0\u00a0 Smile, nod, cast eyes down … and repeat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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