Captain Ahab, I presume.


Shiloh

Originally uploaded by iago18335

He did not feel the wind, or smell the salt air. He only stood, staring at the horizon, with the marks of some inner crucifixion and woe deep in his face.

Like Ahab searching for Moby Dick, Shiloh continues his obsessive quest for the elusive great white chipmunk…At night, while kicking his legs in a dreamy chase I can almost hear him whisper…

From hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned whale.”

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