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Understanding Nature
Jake breathed in the fresh cold damp air. His lungs were more used to stale scents of sweat and city smoke. He liked coming here to the park where he could have space to himself. To hear his own internal voice clearer, far away from the street distractions and raised voices of arguments. Life was full on and in your face in his city, and everyone lived at a fast pace. His mind couldn't keep up, he needed time to absorb the changes, and this bench he thought of as his. His breath plumed out in front of him as he scowled angrily. Nobody ever approached or tried to take a seat next to him, as if they'd dare. So he was mighty peeved when a large black crow landed in a tree nearby and started making a racket.
At first Jake was just angry. It was his natural state since losing his job. Life's pressures were bad enough, but the endless rejections he kept getting were just corroding his self-worth. At some interviews they were outright rude, they didn't even want to hear what he had to say. Maybe it was his attitude, but he had precious little going for him at the moment. He found it hard to fake or force a smile when he really wasn't feeling it. The bird was getting on his nerves, he'd come here for a quiet getaway. He picked up a couple of acorns and threw them.He was near enough, the thing cocked its head then flew a bit further away, still watching but from a safer distance. The din was fainter, better, Jake got back to his sulking.
The carrion bird was used to being the victim of haters. People often shooed him away from their bird feeders or
out of their gardens. Being black didn't help, being big less so, and having a grating cawing sound for a voice got on most of the flightless two-leg's nerves. So when the kid started throwing stuff at him Eewar knew the drill. Back off and retreat to safer ground. But the kid was at his favourite perch in the park. He often came to sing here and checkout the perspective mates. He'd preen his feathers in the sunshine having dipped in the fountain nearby. Not today though. Some kid took his bench and was in a threatening mood. Eewar could tell, he'd seen the signs before and the acorn at his head was a dead giveaway.
So Eewar watched the flightless quietly from a higher branch two trees...
At first Jake was just angry. It was his natural state since losing his job. Life's pressures were bad enough, but the endless rejections he kept getting were just corroding his self-worth. At some interviews they were outright rude, they didn't even want to hear what he had to say. Maybe it was his attitude, but he had precious little going for him at the moment. He found it hard to fake or force a smile when he really wasn't feeling it. The bird was getting on his nerves, he'd come here for a quiet getaway. He picked up a couple of acorns and threw them.He was near enough, the thing cocked its head then flew a bit further away, still watching but from a safer distance. The din was fainter, better, Jake got back to his sulking.
The carrion bird was used to being the victim of haters. People often shooed him away from their bird feeders or
out of their gardens. Being black didn't help, being big less so, and having a grating cawing sound for a voice got on most of the flightless two-leg's nerves. So when the kid started throwing stuff at him Eewar knew the drill. Back off and retreat to safer ground. But the kid was at his favourite perch in the park. He often came to sing here and checkout the perspective mates. He'd preen his feathers in the sunshine having dipped in the fountain nearby. Not today though. Some kid took his bench and was in a threatening mood. Eewar could tell, he'd seen the signs before and the acorn at his head was a dead giveaway.
So Eewar watched the flightless quietly from a higher branch two trees...
