Stilt Walker

At night he felt like he belonged. After hours, no one gave the stilt walker a second glance because everyones’ different shapes and sizes blended together with the shadows and fog. The lines defining performer and carny blurred once the show was over, the bright lights had been turned off and the crowds had gone home. He was happiest then. But caught in the light of day, the stilt walker came under scrutiny by his fellows, and was feared by the crowd of strangers that had gathered, wanting to be entertained. They did not understand  or welcome him. The crowd came closer, jeering at him to mask their fear. He knew to do nothing. His stilts had become mired in the wetness underneath and if he struggled to free himself, the crowd would grow even more fearful, and then become violent. He’d seen it before. Because of his nature he had developed the qualities of patience. He was able to block out their shouts and, with a little humming noise, became oblivious to the upset he was causing. When the crowd saw that the stilt walker was not responding to their threats and insults, they became bored and drifted away towards the brightly colored tents of the exhibits.

Our thorny friend smiled to himself and continued to hum. After all, every weed deserves a little peace.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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