This guy is my friend. I dig communing with birds out there in the world as is - and commune you most definitely do, when you stand still in their company. But this fellow was in trouble, trapped behind mans fences upon an embankment. Though he hissed & reared at the other simians, he knew I was on his side, so we walked together across a footbridge; he out of his preferred element & swaying on great bestial blue-grey feet. He ambled with me up to a gate and waited while I opened it for him, then we trudged together down to the silt shore. He lingered awhile in the water, by way of a sign-off, and with him restored & returned, I came to see him as of a race - one of the countless races of Middle Earth. Here on Midgard, nothing is what it seems, partly because of our myopic tendency to isolate & categorize all things. Once that uptight deluded bullshit is dropped, whole worlds are revealed. Anyway, hes my namesake - a native creature carrying a northern name, like me - and his broad world of winding canals surrounds me here in this rookery. Spero Meliora
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 22:09:49 +0000
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