inbetween
11-27-2009, 03:24 PM
I know some of you will be annoied by my repetitions.. but I dind't intend to repeat anything (in fact I first realised it when I typed the story but not when I wrote it). what interests me about this story is if it makes you think or wonder.. and if it does, what do you think?
The crow
It’s been a stormy night, last night; some trees have been pulled out of the ground. I’m sitting in the kitchen and having my breakfast. Through the window I can see my garden. I’ve been lucky, the storm had done no harm to my tree, it’s just a little messy outside. There’s a black bird sitting on the grass. It’s too small to be a raven. It’s a crow. A small crow. It’s feathers have been totally messed up by the storm. I sip some coffee and watch the black bird. It looks so thin and confused. Usually crows don’t sit on the ground, do they? I’ve never seen one remaining so long on the ground. Usually they sit in trees or somewhere else high up. And usually they are in a swarm. I’ve never seen one alone. They are always in groups of two at least. I’ve never seen one single crow. I’ve seen ravens sitting alone but never crows. No, crows are always in a swarm. Why is this one alone? What happened to it? Perhaps the storm last night had separated it from its swarm. The poor thing looks so confused. It turns its head as if it was trying to figure out where it is. It looks so lost. As if everything was strange and frightening to it. As if it didn’t belong to this world. The poor thing. It looks so lost.
The cat. The shock paralyses me. The neighbour’s cat. I like the neighbour’s cat. I sometimes feed it and always pet it and it never bothers me when it kills mice or small birds. I mean, that’s the history of the world: getting eaten and getting to eat. And though, it strikes me that this crow should get eaten. The cat jumps at the crow. The crow flies croaking away. The cat remains on the ground with one single black feather in its mouth. It looks a little disappointed but I only hope that the crow will find it’s swarm.
(if there are any writingmistakes I do apologize, I have just typed this text and am pretty tired so... some of you will surely know this phenomenon)
The crow
It’s been a stormy night, last night; some trees have been pulled out of the ground. I’m sitting in the kitchen and having my breakfast. Through the window I can see my garden. I’ve been lucky, the storm had done no harm to my tree, it’s just a little messy outside. There’s a black bird sitting on the grass. It’s too small to be a raven. It’s a crow. A small crow. It’s feathers have been totally messed up by the storm. I sip some coffee and watch the black bird. It looks so thin and confused. Usually crows don’t sit on the ground, do they? I’ve never seen one remaining so long on the ground. Usually they sit in trees or somewhere else high up. And usually they are in a swarm. I’ve never seen one alone. They are always in groups of two at least. I’ve never seen one single crow. I’ve seen ravens sitting alone but never crows. No, crows are always in a swarm. Why is this one alone? What happened to it? Perhaps the storm last night had separated it from its swarm. The poor thing looks so confused. It turns its head as if it was trying to figure out where it is. It looks so lost. As if everything was strange and frightening to it. As if it didn’t belong to this world. The poor thing. It looks so lost.
The cat. The shock paralyses me. The neighbour’s cat. I like the neighbour’s cat. I sometimes feed it and always pet it and it never bothers me when it kills mice or small birds. I mean, that’s the history of the world: getting eaten and getting to eat. And though, it strikes me that this crow should get eaten. The cat jumps at the crow. The crow flies croaking away. The cat remains on the ground with one single black feather in its mouth. It looks a little disappointed but I only hope that the crow will find it’s swarm.
(if there are any writingmistakes I do apologize, I have just typed this text and am pretty tired so... some of you will surely know this phenomenon)