by fine rain

Created on: February 10, 2009

An angered criminal holding a pistol to my a random man' head but grinning I resemble a songbird perched on a branch singing a pious song of sweet and sorrow, feeling happy for the happy and sad for the sad, I rejoice of there being another tomorrow, full of hope for the mourning and greater be comings for the joyful, before serendipitously spying a defenseless worm, a perfect morsel to devour, down below. Even though I am starving, I continue to chant but with greater volume, more evidently and more beautifully. I can be heard from all across the orchard now and when I glance back at the worm, it is gazing back at me, a dumfounded look upon his face, and a perplexed mind inside his head. Next thing you know, the worm speaks in a very faint and quaint voice to me and I realize that that particular worm is a she. She starts off by saying, "Almighty bird of marvelous feathers and delightful voice, countless days I have heard you sing and brighten the day of many different critters and passerby humans, and seeing how hungry you might be on this fine evening, I have decided to forfeit myself to you and by doing so make your belly full and sharpen your train of thought, just so you may continue performing that breathtaking song for all of eternity. Do not give me mercy, end my life swiftly and bring me no pain and may you live for many more days full of bright, sunny skies. Now, I bide you goodbye." This unasked for reply left me at such a loss that I unawarely stopped singing and was unable to start again so I responded back.

"I understand the reason for your proposal and on any ordinary day, I would willingly accept it without any questions and commence to fly down and do as you said. However today is a very unusual day of the week; you see something very awful happened earlier. I doze off and there came a loud noise from below. I abruptly awoke and saw what it was, a young lad had fallen into the stream but he wasn't the center of my attention. I looked ahead of him and saw his ginger cat on the other side of that stream. Clenched in his jaws was a fellow bird of mine whose companionship I adored highly. All hope was lost for even though the boy had good intentions, his cat had already eaten my friend. At first I grieved until I stumbled upon the thought that lead me to sing for all of the deceased and also for the living. Now I realize that everyone has a life no matter how big or small or important or unimportant they might be. When you offered to become my

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