Birds-eye

Birds-eye, Part I

Okay, so I shouldn't be out here. Mind you, there's nothing wrong with this place. There's some fine perching to be done up here. It's right secluded; trees have surrounded it in every direction. Even I only saw it after I was real upclose. In fact, the trees seem to wage some special vendetta against the house, crowding it so close they're likely to take it out of sight entirely. Them roots find their way through wood or even stone as easy as they do through earth. And they'll keep at it until one day they have torn down the place, taken it out of thought alltogether. Trees are like that. I don't mind. I just sit in them and as far as I'm concerned they can cover up the earth all they want to. In front of the house, in the middle of the path, there's a dried-up old waterbasin. Looks like right the bathroom after there's been some rain. The musty smell emanating from it, no more than a whiff really, tells me it would be my kind of place. Too bad there's no more than a hint of stagnant water and rotting leaves. They probably cleaned it. Only humans don't understand the fine line separating decay from diner. Still, cleaned or no, the bath would suit me fine.

So sure, it's a nice enough place. It's just I got me a tendency to get involved in things. She's not the first one to have intrigued me, but before her I never went right as far. She's special in some way. She must be or else I wouldn't go hungry for her. See, the bugs today were right fat and flying around in abundance, almost like they was inviting me to diner. Specially them mosquito hawks, skimming over the river with sheer pleasure. That sure was a spectacle to make my stomach roar. If you didn't look quick, all you'd see was nothing but a bright color flashing in the setting sun. If you were fast though, fast enough to join the dance, you could've eaten more than your fill.

Anyway, I'm digressing. No need to dwell on what's lost. Truth be told, I oughta be minding my own business and now that I don't, there's no use crying about my business don't minding me. It's what you get for being of an inquisitive nature. Then again, what is a bird to do? I am only animal after all. Seeing her all disheveled and all and let her go off alone? That's not my style, no sirree. Besides, someone oughta look out after her, bless her heart. So, yes, I left the mosquito hawks a-dancing and followed her instead, flustered and teary-eyed as she was. All the way back here. Wasn't easy, cause she kept on getting entangled in wayside weeds and everytime she did, I had to hide on up in a tree, pretending to be part of the scenery.