Our Man in Europe/now Belize/Dave Delacroix: "Belize morning/I ain't going nowhere."

 Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Belize morning/I aint going nowhere."

...THE MORNINGS SWIFT FLIGHT of swallows (no carry-ons) zoom effortlessly across my Corozal bay horizon. Three "butter birds" (yellow-breasted "Avion" thingies) stalk/stake-out my Cats food tray. And a high wind to Jamaica blusters, comes & goes exposing a patch of blue. (Gotta be Happy-Hour someplace?)

YUP! The dawn CHORUS has begun. That Cuckoo/Dove persists with its "telephone engaged" hour long repetition song & a MURDER of CROWS, now exhausted with, well, "Crowing", fighting over the pine trees-branches-seating/sleeping arrangements now finally resolve to buzz off & take to the skies.

A lone Pelican, quite apt here at our Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa plops onto the roof of our poolside cabana, regurgitates the reward of its 'dawn patrol", possibly to de-bone "sans" cutlery or serviette? Whilst two blackbirds (decaffeinated Crows) sucking down chlorine-tainted swim-pool water, straighten up, then patrol the adjacent poolside lawn in search of bugs on seemingly staggering, drunken legs?

Up at natures DEFCOM-4 level (the old, tall pine trees a-back the Villa) the stealth IGUANAS (green Party as opposed to the orange variety/staunch Republicans) slither down the pine tree trunks, stand & stare at each other, flex their backbone needles-spiked-armor in case, perchance an EAGLE, looking for an easy kill swoops by? "Allors!" (French, for GADZOOKS!!!); out back, RALPH, our semi-resident transgender Crocodile in the mangroves/canal/bayou wiggles his armored tail, floats on the ebb tide out to Corozal bay, a reptiles convenience store. S-where his/her munchies are!

And all the while, tropic regulation, Zillionaire or BUM, Tee-shirt & shorts, flipflops optional in FEBRUARY "avec" Bloody Mary & Smokes, a Rock & Roll breakfast! "Far from the madding crowd!": U took the words right out of my mouth! -I aint going Nowhere. Besides? With my "Feng-Sui" at stake not to mention sabotaging my contribution to my morning's ritual philosophical debate on the significance of "Dialectic Materialism" in 2026 with TWO Fur-Balls, Soldier & Bela! (CATS ANONYMOUS! - the 12 steps of Purring!)

It goes something like this:

 "Meow."

"Meow?"

"MEOW!?"

"Hmm/Purr/ Meow!"

"MEOWW?

""Me-Me-OWWW!!!"

"OK. Me, er, OWWW!"

"ZIPPO! -Meow..."

"U know what I'm saying?"

...All on a Corozal-Belize tropic morning. And U got it. I aint going nowhere!

c.2026. Dave Delacroix.