August 28th 2011 Tim Candler
Someone has been frightening the
birds because this morning there was a silence. And I wonder
whether it is four legged or whether it has wings. It's not much I
ask, but harmony before nine a.m. conjugates the day and in those early
hours every living soul should at least attempt to be liberal minded and
A part of me wonders if it is the
Grey Cat returned to prowl the dark hours. I think I'd forgive
him, but not his relatives, nor his close relations nor branches of his
tree that might have diverged a hundred thousand generations ago.
I believe the feathers belong to a
Cardinal. Oddly I have thought about cardinals and Tanagers. I
have dreamed of a friendship between them and the ghost of the Grey Cat.
He watches them from the Laurels and sometimes he lets them sit upon his
head so they might call out for lovers.
More likely this killing occurred in the dusk
of morning when the keen eyed can see and daylight people are sleepy.
As well, whatever it was could probably fly, and he'd have come in from the