together. What do they have in common? or How do i feel them to be related? These, helping to inform the
Reference Cloth.
Last night, in the darkest of last night i was wakened by sound. Loud. Close. Never heard before. it went
Ah .......He...Ah....the second Ah not as low as the first... i can't think of a better way to tell it. then
Squweeeeek Squweeek . shrill, metallic. This....over and over with maybe 10 12 seconds between. Sometimes there would be three Squweeeeeeks, but mostly two. Tay does not respond to bird sounds. She slept. I sat up. Listening. It was so Close...not in the Morning Tree where Talkie sleeps on her twig, but just next to it....feet away...so so Close and as it kept going, i got up and got the Fat Max that is a hand held spotlight and burst through the door with him shining him up into where i thought the sound was from and it was silent for only a moment but spoke again and i tried to shine the light on.....it.....but no luck and it was cold, so i just yelled...GO AWAY. GO AWAY and Tay ran out and we made a small comotion but when i came back in, turned off the light, got back under the covers, Ah...He...Ah Squweek Squweek. I lie there, then, for maybe an hour or more, listening to this, thinking of Talkie gripping her twig....thinking what i should do....if the Thing attacked Talkie, should i intervene and try to save her? or let it take it's natural course? and NPR has continued for me, on Weekend Edition 11/14 an interview with Claire Oshetsky about her book....Chouette....wherein a woman gives birth to an owl baby and i think... I can't give birth, but maybe.....i would be asked, or told, to adopt, Care , for an owl human....
you never know
and then. hours later from above...my finger strays over to the side bar, to Sam Baker and MERCY....just the sound, no video. And as it plays through, with the words above about that horrible sound...it all softens. Softens into just Life. Me. That what ever creature speaking, Talkie, Us. Mercy.
