This scrap has been following me around for some time. I found it tucked into a summer shirt pocket from the back of the closet.
I've been contemplating killing off one of the characters in my story by having him blunder into a live wire.
We saw this happen once. A great blue heron crossed the road up ahead, high enough and far enough away for my son and I to track its majestic progress and be awed.
That awe turned to staggering horror as it came into contact with a power line. That grandeur became a lifeless bundle of bones and feathers that dropped from the sky into a deep ravine on the far side of the road. I have trouble revisiting the memory.
This shape, this iteration of spirit, came about very spontaneously.
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2 comments:
Deb~ Love the Owl!! Oh, what a hard memory. Mine is when driving home, sun in my eyes - I saw a beautiful Hawk flying, when it switched on a dime to have its talons out front as it grabbed a little song bird - right in front of me! Ugh. Cloth birds of prey are a bit gentler, eh?
Owls have such expressive faces, yours included for sure! I get to say hello to Athena the Owl at the Wildflower Center two or three times a week when I go in to volunteer ... you can see her on the Cornell Owl Cam here https://www.yout-ube.com/watch?v=5LOH9paYtV8 (where she is often so still that you have to look at the greenery moving in the breeze to be sure it's a livestream)
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