One Thwarted Destiny
One Thwarted Destiny
One Thwarted Destiny
Sweeping up the dessicated remains
She wished the little bird had stayed
In the nest, had not flown too early,
It's wings not strong enough yet
To carry its fragile weight.
One hot August morning the street-sweeper-lady
saw a tiny bird flutter from an office building to the
sidewalk. Compassionate to her core, she wished
to help, but could only let nature take its course.
She worried fearfully for its safety, and her own
future. What she couldn't know is that the little
bird, having fallen, hopped around for a time, but
eventually flew, because nature was allowed
to take its course. And the future she feared
never happened.
Peace,
Barry
Sweeping up the dessicated remains
She wished the little bird had stayed
In the nest, had not flown too early,
It's wings not strong enough yet
To carry its fragile weight.
One hot August morning the street-sweeper-lady
saw a tiny bird flutter from an office building to the
sidewalk. Compassionate to her core, she wished
to help, but could only let nature take its course.
She worried fearfully for its safety, and her own
future. What she couldn't know is that the little
bird, having fallen, hopped around for a time, but
eventually flew, because nature was allowed
to take its course. And the future she feared
never happened.
Peace,
Barry
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very reflective piece, barry
(did I mention that my name is barry too?)
I wrote a piece long ago about this subject
it was about an experience I had one day
I came to the little pond that was in the middle of my college campus
there was a bee stuck in the water, its wings were wet
just below, I could see a crayfish
the crayfish saw a meal
I could have saved the bee
just by dipping a stick in the water
but was that my job?
should I have compassion for the bee or the crayfish?
I took the middle way and did nothing
(did I mention that my name is barry too?)
I wrote a piece long ago about this subject
it was about an experience I had one day
I came to the little pond that was in the middle of my college campus
there was a bee stuck in the water, its wings were wet
just below, I could see a crayfish
the crayfish saw a meal
I could have saved the bee
just by dipping a stick in the water
but was that my job?
should I have compassion for the bee or the crayfish?
I took the middle way and did nothing
LR, no you had not mentioned that, about the name.
We had a pool growing up, and a beehive in the backyard, too.
Yeah, bees stuck in water.
I'm hip to that, the middle way.
Thanks.
mtmynd, relieve the cognitive dissonance. There are choices to make, options at hand. Or in mind.
Thanks, too.
Peace,
Barry
We had a pool growing up, and a beehive in the backyard, too.
Yeah, bees stuck in water.
I'm hip to that, the middle way.
Thanks.
mtmynd, relieve the cognitive dissonance. There are choices to make, options at hand. Or in mind.
Thanks, too.
Peace,
Barry
Barry.. I got a little lost here (nothing new for me).
The first part seems about definite aftermath and the second seems the anticipation of it. But "desiccated remains" in the first part seems to undercut the injured hopping around which shouldn't be interfered with in the second, yet the second says, "could only let nature take its course", so I found myself running around in circles, which is nothing new for me, seeing as how I'm easily confused.
L Rod.. your name is Barry?
The first part seems about definite aftermath and the second seems the anticipation of it. But "desiccated remains" in the first part seems to undercut the injured hopping around which shouldn't be interfered with in the second, yet the second says, "could only let nature take its course", so I found myself running around in circles, which is nothing new for me, seeing as how I'm easily confused.
L Rod.. your name is Barry?
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awww.... poor bird
It happened here... baby bird fell out of the tree... my mass murdering feline batted him around like toys for a while until he broke his poor little neck and carried him inside my house to gift me with him
poor little broken-winged broken-necked baby bird
i cried
then swept it out of the house into the garden
enjoyed your writing, barry... so glad you're here... sorry for the morbid follow-up story
it just reminded me
It happened here... baby bird fell out of the tree... my mass murdering feline batted him around like toys for a while until he broke his poor little neck and carried him inside my house to gift me with him
poor little broken-winged broken-necked baby bird
i cried
then swept it out of the house into the garden
enjoyed your writing, barry... so glad you're here... sorry for the morbid follow-up story

By way of explanation, Nazz...The first part is what the sweeper-lady feared would happen, what she saw herself doing in the near future. The second part is what happened. Nature took its course, and the little bird made it okay. But the sweeper lady, when she found it, couldn't know, and she never did, hence her worry over a future that never came to pass. One thwarted destiny refers to both the little bird (one who thwarted destiny--that seen by the sweeper-lady) and to the destiny seen by the sweeper-lady (one destiny that was thwarted).
Now I think I'm confused.
Hey, Doe, digging your site, too, and being here. Thanks for the props.
Peace,
Barry
Now I think I'm confused.

Hey, Doe, digging your site, too, and being here. Thanks for the props.

Peace,
Barry
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