humourous and symbolic. In this instance, the shark carved into the timber is no threat to the very much alive chicken, nor to the little chicks she was hiding beneath her feathers. In real life, though, everything isn't always what it seems. We get used to things. What might have been unacceptable once, gradually, through continued exposure, becomes seemingly nonthreatening, normal, acceptable. We become complacent, malleable, willing sheep to be shorn.
Eternal vigilance is necessary. The sharks that surround us all may not be finned and sleek like the ones in our oceans, but they are just as real. And they are just as likely to take a bite out of us. I have had a sense of unease about me these last few days, the sort of feeling one might have while waiting for the proverbial 'other shoe' to fall. I don't know what it means. Maybe nothing. That would be good. I don't want to go through life wondering who or what is going to bite me in the ass next. I hope the many fools and zealots in the world around us aren't up to some mischief somewhere.
Have a great weekend.