Monday, March 29, 2010
Luck of the Circle of Life
A baby bird. Spirals down beautifully, helplessly, to Earth. New life, new opportunity. She thinks she will again attempt flight, to the low branch of a nearby tree. She considers trying to find the nest she jumped from, or maybe even build a new one. She thinks maybe she should forage for food, in her first search for a satisfying meal. She hopes to eventually find a mate, lay eggs, and become a mother herself. She imagines winter, migrating someplace sunny and wonderful. With her whole life ahead of her, the possibilities seem endless. But in the blink of an eye, endlessness no longer applies. Hungry Feral Cat devours Helpless Baby Bird. Surprised? Don't be. Each life is narrated by unpredictability.
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This is so sweet.... yet so brutal. It's one of those things you have to read twice, the first time imagining it a description of life, perhaps jumping a little at the feral cat line, but the second time through reveals its dark undercurrent. It's creepy. I love it.
ReplyDeletethanks lu! creepy... i like that.
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