Thursday, August 20, 2009

Once a bird

Although the day began fierce with rain, cold as winter the wind blew away the clouds and sunshine came back. In early evening light we walked up the green lane and over the hill where the slate gray sea heaved and rolled and white horses ran over wave tops. On land we found a place of yellow flowers, and a place where there was once a bird. Blackberries had turned the sun's light to sweetness, small jewels in the green.








8 comments:

quiltcat said...

beautiful...glad the rain stopped! looks like the bird might have been plucked and eaten by something bigger and fiercer, unless it just died on that spot. A lot for a small orange cat to think about.

The Ginger Darlings said...

Bird that once was met its end from the swift winged sharp claw death in the sky.

Ducky said...

beautiful. I so love to read about your adventures aloud. each night i check to see if there might be something new that I can read to my love before she sleeps. thank you for sharing this sweet news of your day and your walk, tonight.

Morning's Minion said...

I hope that the flying thing with curved beak and grasping claws is not big enough to harm a cat!

Griffin said...

Poor thing and yet... intimations of mortality. Imagine an angel falling, the brightest it was that fell...his feathers discovered by an illustrator and cats!

Who better to find them than you and the gingers? That bright fur-flame on the green grass is beautiful.

The Curious Cat said...

I wonder what the bird's story was...

Lydia said...

There's something about the title of this post that is haunting.

Wonderful shots, as usual.

Teri and her Stylish Adventure Cats said...

Your words flow and slink and pause, just like the cats walk...very evocative