13th 2009 - Friday
Miracle Mole traps have claimed
zero moles, and from setting Miracle Mole traps I have a cut on my left
hand suggesting moles have either developed some sort of drone technology
or are in treaty talks with my right side.
morning, while thoughts of a tetanus shot rebounded through remnants of
the thing that is me, I watched the Close Mockingbird drink dew from
the gutter. His tail was a yard from my head and at that distance my
vision is still good. I could see his tail feathers as though I held
them in my hand. In a moment of inspiration I counted
them. Then he turned to look at me. His expression
accusing and sullen. That same look the Grey Cat gives me when I
catch him using the cat-flap.
Dignity is precious and lapses of dignity
by others are revealing of personality. Clearly the Grey Cat considers
his cat-flap a guilty secret. He'll wail by a closed door, damage wood
with his claws and when the kitchen door is opened for him he sees it as a
victory to be proud of. But catch him using his cat-flap and he
skulks, guilt ridden toward his food bowl where he can then glare up at me
in that accusing way.
The reason the Close Mockingbird
considers it weakness to drink from the gutter correlates with no
understanding I have. But were he to know that I have forgotten how
many of his tail feathers I counted, he might now be laughing as he shares
this news with any one who will listen.