9. le nid (nest.)
"quand te reverrai-je ?" demanda la lune.
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the sun set late here.
two birds sit on a thinly silhouetted branch.
on one side sits a greyish bird. some would say it looked almost like a pigeon.
on the other side sat a crow. with a pink mouth. you know those young ones.
the sun set late here.
and now the sky darkens slowly.
the birds sit on the branch for longer than they should.
behind them, all the birds fly homewards.
the sun set late here.
the grey bird hops closer to the crow.
crow sits near the edge reminding herself
that she has lived this sunset before.
the sun set late here.
and crow does not move.
for if she does her new friend
will realize that she is a crow.
(crows are not very nice things to look at. and not very hard to please.)
the sun set late here.
grey does not leave.
the sky runs with the red.
and the sun looks like popped yolk.
the sun set late here.
crow takes a step closer to grey.
she has not seen a bird as closely as this.
proximity can be scary.
the sun set late here.
grey watches the flight in the sky.
and crow
watches grey.
the sun set late here.
but it does. now everything was blue.
from far you could see a branch
and a crow on the edge of it.
the sun set late here.
she sat and wept.
but crow did not leave.
ever after i did.
i wonder how many nests she had made.
( today's essay comes from an incident the narrator was present for. she sat in a parked car in traffic during dusk. far off in the distance, on a bare tree sat a crow and another pigeon-like bird.
i have always liked crows. as a toddler, the greatest joy was when my grandmother held my hand out to a crow to feed it biscuit. it is true. crow never left the verandah even when i forgot to feed it.
waiting.
stupid animals.)
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"je ne suis pas sûr. mais ne m'attendez pas. le temps n'a pas de prix pour ça." répondit le soleil
tu es tout ce que je connais.
comment pourrais-je ne pas attendre?" murmura la lune.
am i that bad at building nests ?
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