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On the Death of a Blackbird

Journal Entry: Tue Apr 29, 2008, 9:23 AM
The hall, stairs and living room resembled the aftermath of a frenzied pillow fight, feathers littering the floor and every surface, but sadly, this was the fallout of an altogether bloodier fight.

For some cats, no amount of food, gelding or domestication will dull their natural predation, and one such creature inhabits the home adjoining ours. With his humans away this cat's natural instincts often spring to the surface, when his habitual stalking of the local birds takes a deadlier turn.

Deadly isn't quite accurate, as he rarely kills his victims. A dead bird makes for dull sport after all. Twice in recent months, the trail of feathers has led to a dazed, but very living bird crouching beneath the furniture. On both those occasions, remarkably given the number of feathers shed, an open doorway and restrained cat resulted in a bedraggled bird making good it's escape.

This last bird - for the third time a blackbird, such is the fate of being hatched a ground-feeder - was not so lucky. I found it, beneath the Victorian chaise-longue - a sick creature caught up in its own short horror story - sitting bright eyed but broken winged, fully alive, but totally doomed. That right wing hung from its shoulder ragged as a beggar's shawl, while its left leg stuck out beneath it like a spilled bundle of sticks.

I carried it to the back step, beneath the open sky, but apart from a sharp bird-shriek of fear and pain, it made no attempt to fly away. It was clear that wing could never again lift even the whisper-light body of that bird. Left alone, that blackbird's best hope would have been a fox, but at 3 o'clock in the afternoon all it could look forward to was a slow and terrifying cat-inflicted death. The was only one thing to do - it was unavoidable.
Wrapped inside the pages of this morning's local paper, I carried it to the bottom of the garden and laid it down upon a paving stone. I have a heavy iron-headed mallet, I use for masonry work - I prayed that my aim be true and made one swift blow.

In death that frail creature seemed to have grown even lighter still, it's passing marked in blood inside the local news - The victim died from a single blow to the head. The killer is believed to be a local man.

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    *salshep:iconsalshep: Apr 15, 2008, 5:54:09 AM
    : ) I'm glad he liked it.

    And you, too. <3

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    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Apr 14, 2008, 9:22:54 AM
    You know, I read your poem to my poor distracted cactus plant, ‘ pon which it poked a tiny flowerbud from out its withered and wilting stem.

    It made me smile too, especially the 'British dirt'
    *salshep:iconsalshep: Apr 8, 2008, 8:49:01 AM
    I got your cactus right here: [link];postcount=171

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    *Negated:iconNegated: Mar 13, 2008, 6:55:50 PM
    (:

    note me on what you'd like for the commission, k?

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    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Mar 13, 2008, 4:20:10 PM
    Thanks Mike. Nice of you to stop by and say.
    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Mar 13, 2008, 4:17:46 PM
    Thank you. I think you could equally have won the prize with your critique. Let's hope the real winners are all those who give and receive more considered commentary as a result of this competition.
    *MSJames:iconMSJames: Mar 13, 2008, 11:04:36 AM
    Congratulations on the win, you are now a dA subscriber :)

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    `Beccalicious:iconBeccalicious: Mar 13, 2008, 3:30:36 AM
    Congratulations for your excellent first place critique, a well deserved win!

    :heart:

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    *Adeimantus:iconAdeimantus: Mar 12, 2008, 7:19:59 PM
    Congratulations! Well done, indeed.

    Note me the address you want your 4-issue subscription to Mimesis sent to.

    -Charles
    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Mar 12, 2008, 4:43:29 PM
    Congratulations to you too.

    Sub is on its way once I speak to Aditi.
    *Negated:iconNegated: Mar 12, 2008, 11:00:14 AM
    congrats on the first place (:


    (haha, we get to give each other prizes!)

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    !amyperticone:iconamyperticone: Mar 1, 2008, 2:04:07 AMFlagged as spam
    This comment is flagged as spam.
    Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?

    Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?


    It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift

    but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
    `Beccalicious:iconBeccalicious: Feb 6, 2008, 9:02:28 AM
    Long live the Busby Babes!

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    *RSBoswell:iconRSBoswell: Jan 27, 2008, 5:35:33 PM
    Hmm. I've been wondering about my hearing. I hear the same crap with or without assistance. I must concur, they lie.

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    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Jan 8, 2008, 5:58:08 AM
    Thank you.
    I'm glad you liked it.
    Thanks for taking the time to stop by and say so.
    *SRSmith:iconSRSmith: Jan 7, 2008, 8:51:37 PM
    Congrats on the Fukyu win!

    my dumb pencil lead
    dumps shit across the page like
    a clumsy plumber


    That's just brilliant!
    :-)

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    *salshep:iconsalshep: Nov 2, 2007, 5:05:55 PM
    Nuttin. Just wondering where you be'd.

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    *jade-pandora:iconjade-pandora: Oct 25, 2007, 2:46:59 PM
    In honor of the on-going Haikuwrimo...

    "Haiku Error Messages"

    In Japan, Sony Vaio machines have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft error messages with their own Japanese haiku poetry. Each only 17 syllables.

    Windows NT crashed.
    I am the Blue Screen of Death.
    No one hears your screams.

    A file that big?
    It might be very useful.
    But now it is gone.

    The Web site you seek
    Can not be located but
    Countless more exist.

    Chaos reigns within.
    Reflect, repent, and reboot.
    Order shall return.

    ABORTED effort:
    Close all that you have worked on.
    You ask way too much.

    Yesterday it worked.
    Today it is not working.
    Windows is like that.

    First snow, then silence.
    This thousand dollar screen dies
    So beautifully.

    With searching comes loss
    And the presence of absence:
    "My Novel" not found.

    The Tao that is seen
    Is not the true Tao, until
    You bring fresh toner.

    Stay the patient course
    Of little worth is your ire
    The network is down

    A crash reduces
    Your expensive computer
    To a simple stone.

    Three things are certain:
    Death, taxes, and lost data.
    Guess which has occurred.

    You step in the stream,
    But the water has moved on.
    This page is not here.

    Out of memory.
    We wish to hold the whole sky,
    But we never will.

    Having been erased,
    The document you're seeking
    Must now be retyped.

    Serious error.
    All shortcuts have disappeared.
    Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

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    *MSJames:iconMSJames: Oct 8, 2007, 10:14:25 AM
    It's like Hostel for poetry over here...

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    *tightwhitepants:icontightwhitepants: Oct 8, 2007, 9:29:35 AM
    It's related to the 'auto wreck compulsion'.

    I'll be over to gawp at your mutilations later.
    *MSJames:iconMSJames: Oct 7, 2007, 3:13:36 PM
    I think it's because you're one of the only ones here older than me.

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