lundi 24 décembre 2007
We whish you...
All along the spring and summer, an eagle kept
circling my house, sometimes flying along the bow window close enough to show
his red eye. Beloved eagle, full of promise and wild omen. Though roebucks wouldn’t ever stop hanging around
the house, harrowing psychopomps, closer everyday and refusing to leave until I’d
blast their heads with stones.
But God, for a few days, those white assed ill
omens have been replaced by deers. Don’t ask why, I don’t know. Deers are just comforting,
and I’m happy they’re here.
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