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A Fright of Birds
Nov. 20th, 2004 04:29 pm~
After a nice doze, going out on the four-thirty rounds in the overcast and danky afternoon, all is quiet and still as can be, then suddenly a fright of birds break out from the nearby trees in a shriek, practically blackening the skies as they zig-zag above, until they finally settle back again.
Monk now sees the birds perched quietly anew in the trees, as still as can be, as though they are so many Christmas decorations.
One is fancying that a little poem by e. e. monk might be had in this. It could be called "Panic," seeming like a wonderful metaphor for such an emotional attack.
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After a nice doze, going out on the four-thirty rounds in the overcast and danky afternoon, all is quiet and still as can be, then suddenly a fright of birds break out from the nearby trees in a shriek, practically blackening the skies as they zig-zag above, until they finally settle back again.
Monk now sees the birds perched quietly anew in the trees, as still as can be, as though they are so many Christmas decorations.
One is fancying that a little poem by e. e. monk might be had in this. It could be called "Panic," seeming like a wonderful metaphor for such an emotional attack.
.
