Post by Maki Sasaki on Mar 22, 2012 17:57:15 GMT -5
Flying in the air like a paper bag in the street winds, the jay bird swayed and ducked around the breeze. I watched as it soared brilliantly in the air above my head, afraid of it diving down and hitting me in the eye with its beak. I took a pew on the porch alone watching this display in all of its brilliant beauty. I starred at its intense theatrical performance, and played opera music in my head to go along with all of it. The dives and swerves, and the fire I could see in its little black beads it called eyes said everything about life. Life was flying up into the sky and falling radiantly to the ground. A dancing jay bird was in front of my house just to show me this.
Slowly, a shadow crept from the bushes by the fence, easing its way towards the stage to watch the performance of life. A large black cat with light blue eyes watched the bird with me, its head darting around to follow the little thing. The cat sat with his eyes honed in on the birdy whizzing around in the air. His sleek coat seemed only to have hue because of the shine it gave off from the sun’s rays. The obscure cats left ear looked as if it had been ripped in half years ago, and scarred over with time. Still, both ears stood at attention on its head, and the cat crouched lower in a way that its shoulders rose above them.
The little jay bird dived down towards the grass, unaware of the cat waiting right below it as if its little eyes were blinded by wind. With a single leap the feline snatched the lovely thing from the sky and pinned it to the dirt and grass. The little bird struggled and flapped, so the cat push harder on it until its movement lessened. Its blue eyes met the little black beads, and the bird froze. The gaze pierced through the bird’s soul, and like that it was no more struggles to dance. It was still alive, head still turning slowly side to side looking for an escape. If only there had been an escape for the little bird...
The cat extended its claws and killed the bird there on my lawn. Green turned red as the essence soaked into the ground beneath it. Wonderful dancing would never occur again, for there had to be no other jay bird so alive like that. The cat waltzed off to the next yard; it wasn’t hungry. It left the carcass there whole as the moon at night, and walked with an elegant stride into the shadows a crossed the yard. Life could be taken so easily by the grim existence that surrounds it.
Slowly, a shadow crept from the bushes by the fence, easing its way towards the stage to watch the performance of life. A large black cat with light blue eyes watched the bird with me, its head darting around to follow the little thing. The cat sat with his eyes honed in on the birdy whizzing around in the air. His sleek coat seemed only to have hue because of the shine it gave off from the sun’s rays. The obscure cats left ear looked as if it had been ripped in half years ago, and scarred over with time. Still, both ears stood at attention on its head, and the cat crouched lower in a way that its shoulders rose above them.
The little jay bird dived down towards the grass, unaware of the cat waiting right below it as if its little eyes were blinded by wind. With a single leap the feline snatched the lovely thing from the sky and pinned it to the dirt and grass. The little bird struggled and flapped, so the cat push harder on it until its movement lessened. Its blue eyes met the little black beads, and the bird froze. The gaze pierced through the bird’s soul, and like that it was no more struggles to dance. It was still alive, head still turning slowly side to side looking for an escape. If only there had been an escape for the little bird...
The cat extended its claws and killed the bird there on my lawn. Green turned red as the essence soaked into the ground beneath it. Wonderful dancing would never occur again, for there had to be no other jay bird so alive like that. The cat waltzed off to the next yard; it wasn’t hungry. It left the carcass there whole as the moon at night, and walked with an elegant stride into the shadows a crossed the yard. Life could be taken so easily by the grim existence that surrounds it.