Ode to Mud

I think,
I think,
I think I am in love
With mud.

It squishes,
squooshes,
mushes like such silky
Love.

Oh let me,
Let me,
Let me be forever
Encased.

In its grace.
Love.
Equals.
Mud.
On Your Face.

I made that poem up. It doesn’t capture everything I feel about mud and it certainly doesn’t capture anything about how Melly feels. To be honest, she seems to feel something completely different.

When I lived in Ohio, I never got to see this wonder of nature that is called by the beautifully succinct syllable, mud. Now I cannot get enough of it. And guess what? My pond is full of deliciously silky mud right at the bottom underneath all that water. Sometimes it is hard to get to but this week the water in the pond was low and the mud, zomg!, the mud lay under a thin sheet of water, ripe for mixing with a rolling capybara body. And who better to do that than me, Capybara Roller Extraordinare?

I believe I have found my calling: rolling, in mud.

The only problem is Melly won’t let me back in the house with my mud coat. She locks the door and forces me to wash in one of my tubs. I tried resisting but ultimately (after about 2 minutes), I got hungry and so I had to wash off to come in to get some food.

At first I tried to just sit there and pretend to be clean but then I couldn’t help myself and I had to start rolling.

Maybe my calling is just rolling and not rolling in the mud necessarily.

This is something I will have to give some thought to.

In the meantime, you might enjoy this video of me with my favorite toy.

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