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Creativity starves insanity
Below the corner of the roof that once nested a few birds—definitely not indian miners as they have a different look to them—laid a whole fall-softening pad of grass and somesuch. The average for each pulled out from the attic space was two feet. A neighbour was called and proceeded to take it all out without a care for the people below. I was all the way in the subcountry as this was happening. The night before the clearing out of the reeds or whatever took place, the bird(s) that chirped the night and extreme morning away were noticibly quiet. The night before they seemed like they were holding a rave of their own. Amidst the pile of dried something—of which was made into a nest under the tiles—feathers littered. It can only be assumed that the night of the loud and disturbing tweet tweets and scratches there was a battle royale. In one corner, a little birdy, left without its parents, in the other corner was a starving mouse. The struggle, the blood, the guts, the silence after. A clean fight wherein only one combatant came out alive and in one piece. There probably won't even be any traces of blood knowing how starved the rodents can get.
Soon Van - Saturday, 20 October 2001 - 06:43
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