A dead bird report. Its very natural that a lousy bird, traversing a common path must find itself in misery. However, I walk a lonely path, my soul its wings or its flight. Alone. I might sit and reminisce about a dead brother, a dead moth or any being utterly below God or his might. But upon a lonely path, a recap is loss, any memory might be dull or encumbered by trivial longings however aggressive they might be. It’s meaningless; but that’s why I tread a single souled path for the sake of nothing but a dim wit wedged between a dreamy state and confounding foolishness. A lousy bird clawed upon my virgin ground, and I; upon such a pointless venture knew not! friend or fiend! I search my soul for weakness or flaw, a basis for which to disqualify the winged thing. But see, a friendless sojourner meets a trespassing ally or foe in a dreamless state. For the sake of an encounter, on a lonely path! The beaked creature and I must tango for territory! I have no reason to take this war any lighter than the apocalyptic bouts on monsters with whom I spend my midnight clocks. It may seem an underdeveloped pun or worse! A poetic parody that I take on a mindless creature on a bout lacking audience for a lonely path. But recall that this is a “lousy bird” and a trespasser on a golden path which I! the sojourner finds solace. A strange healing peace within this loneliness. Its climax in my mind being its singularity!! That was the exception. Bemuse me! I dare you. Regarding the mortal thing before me; it now sat low upon its talons. It laid down on my path its wafts and unkempt plumes and hence I resolved! It meant to display its power over me. It had for sure taken podium upon the imaginary castle which I believed we both hitherto occupied. It laid back its serpentine neck in a stately stance, destroying all my confidence that I owned this path! God beyond all men! I knotted my knuckles. I felt blood leave its bones, making a deadly projectile of what would otherwise be palms of love for love! Gog! I named the enemy. The weight of fury loaded upon my very soul I chanced to set free. I dig my heel upon the said accosted ’’way’’ and fling a timed attack. Brother! My wind was fast. Swishing across my sight; the knotted arsenal truck with a meaty thud upon the resting devil. Birdly entrails, plumes, and warm blood exploded from its once calm and collected avian anatomy. Aaaaaaargh!! That was my result. I stood firm and felt the glory. The dead bird! And my feet firm on my podium. Smithereens of bird bone peel of my knuckles as I assert my resolve. And I know I heard someone! Or something! Being the lousy bird. A sneaky yet calm, collected and sure sound. ‘’ I’m I not a friend? I have flown between kingdoms to find this glorious path. I could not fight, but sure I could love. A dead fiend I am thus’’ Abasa Miheso
Posted on: Mon, 22 Jul 2013 16:44:00 +0000
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