Swift bullets, red male first, multi-colored female determinedly follows
gliding through warm air molecules over the field headed for a feeder
One flap of wings, penguin-like body swim up and down, up and down, one flap of wings
air swimming, defying gravity, hunting prey sitting innocently piled in the feeder
TR
After the Husband grilled our two burgers and baked-potato halves, and we were ready to eat, a friend called to take the Husband away to play golf. The Friend has a big game next Saturday and he wanted to get some practice in. So, the Husband rushed eating, grabbed his clubs, and ran off to play golf.
I finished eating and went to watch a movie downstairs in the basement, where it’s cool since it’s been real hot here for the last couple of days.
Well…a quarter of the way through the movie, I cringed when all of a sudden, someone heavy started walking around upstairs! You know, the creaking and heavy banging of body weight.
It wasn’t time for the Husband to be home!
Then my lamp went off, flickered, and came back on!
So, I picked up my killing tool (the fishing rod) and crept upstairs, doing the FBI thing, brandishing my killing tool (the fishing rod) like a sword from room to room, closet to closet.
It was real dark. The sun should have been shining, and the “walking noise” was still happening, so I looked out the front window and my mouth dropped open in surprise at the hard pouring rain and trees flapping wildly in a high wind! Lightening stabbed down across the street, behind those trees, thunder blasted, rain poured! As it turned out, the wind was pushing the house, causing the creaking, and the rain gutter was banging against the roof! No one was here, just me, with a fishing rod in my hand, crouched by the window, feeling sheepish!
But, wait!
The Husband and the Friend were out playing golf!
Were they fried? Were they safe? I didn’t know!
Then the town siren started up!
Was it a tornado? I didn’t know!
I immediately called a Friend of mine, and she said, “No Tornado!” Just the fire trucks being called out to something dealing with fire truck stuff!
So, forcing myself to relax, I watched the storm. I love thunder and lightening.
Soon, the guys drove up and the Husband, coming in soaked, said that at the third hole they’d noticed a big black cloud and ignored it. But at the fourth hole they heard “CRACK!” as lightening hit somewhere not far away, and thunder exploded, and they golf-carted fast-forward style for the clubhouse!
Now, an hour later, the Husband and I are watching television and I’m going to make me some hot tea.
Did I talk your ear off? Thanks for listening.
TR
Highway engine noises rumble, babble, bang
Bird wings flutter, whish, whir
Nest chirp noises beg, chorus, crave
Non-stop until one by one chirps cease
Highway engine noises roar, growl, grumble
Bird wings pulsate, flap, flurry
Nest chirp noises warble, clamor, chirrup
Non-stop until food stills each peep
Highway sounds
Wing commotions
Nest twitters
Again
And
Again
TR
Low fog drifts among tall
new and used grasses, through an
unplowed field, creating a white lake of
bottomless tassel tops, while a blood
red cardinal eyeballs a
drippy, swinging birdfeeder
TR
Morning mumbling of
low thunder rumbles greet me
then robust rainfall
TR
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