he recognised 

            and then was keen to watch this ancient indecipherable dance that plied a daddylonglegs and a mosquitohawk

 

daddy was in a constructed corner the hawk on a vertical wall  not their usual environment  swaying above an abstract painting hanging above the commode

daddy was keenly aware of the hawk 

she artfully strummed her web like a lyre perhaps to entice him with a song of mythologys Sirens

the hawk seemed stunned  immobile  fast at the wall

he ran the edge of his hand up the wall towards him

certainly the hawk must have felt a bulge beneath him in atmosphere 

still he didnt move

                                    

coquettishly then  daddy turned her back on them
 

Whadda lugWhadda Maroon Whadda miserable dumb lug  not that he could be blame for his infernal dullness boorishness(had he forgotten anything?Yes) Absolute farflung numbskull brainery pant pant

 

he was intellectually dispossessed  --  but he was after all  --  a meek(if you werent a mosquito) mosquitohawk

he found him when he pulled the shower curtain back to turn on the water for his shower found him squatting crablike on the showertubs thinly-corrugated bottom

if its filthiness hadnt been niggling him the past week  --  Bout time aint it bud?  --  he wouldnt have looked down or even noticed the hawk crouched on all six . . .

he paused

they were evidently aware of each other  their antennae tentatively twitching acknowledging some kind of presence

(he could say presence because it described his meditative elan  while the hawk might only know(?) his presence as a sensation a shy change in atmosphear or of hue toppling down surrounding him(as resin had at many of its ancients)

yet despite this aching  aaching   pregnant    pause

it didnt rise take to its scythed-wings and carelessly(or drunkenly) bang its way side-to-side off the tubwalls up and escape

it occurred to him hed have to facilitate its flight if he wanted to shower to not blatantly consciously pelt and wash the hawk down the drain

he knelt on the tiled floor and began to reach into the tub cupping his hands to gently trap him

alas  blue air stirred under his sharp translucent veined wings and whirling rather than beating frantically it slapped side-to-side against the tub slowly gaining altitude then enough altitude to rush headlong into the space of the bathroom fed with fresh-air sifting through a fixed window screen

he turned immediately to pop open the screen and release the hawk into the wilds but remembered that that was a screen in a different house at a different time

be that as that may be the hawk ricocheted its aimless way to the wall where their dance likely began  it thrusts and parries since time immemorial

he returned to the shower to begin his toiletry preceding work

exiting the shower drying himself off he saw they had maintained their fixture  their immobility

fascinated by nothing in particular he could attest to he watched them with halting interest

she then suddenly turned away turned her back  her web bounced at her vehemence  and as she did her disinterest somehow aroused and piqued the hawk

hadnt he saved him from annihilation

                               wasnt there something vital inside that jumble and neuroncoil of cells which formed his brain that the hawk wasnt in the least bit thankful for being spared not ten minutes earlier

as if it hadnt happened

to their detriment insects he might suppose didnt invoke memory

then sorrowfully terribly  he assumed and was assured  he witnessed the hawk fly straight and true as an arrowshot plummet headlong into daddys web

as agile as a ninja she whirled around and set upon the hawk winding handcuffing legs to legs lethally binding him as he bobbed and jerked madly at the tacky strands beating at it with his yet unrestrained wings

he held out hope for the hawk  and thought momentarily to intercede pluck him from her web as a benevolent god might snatch him away again from death  .  .  .  he reasoned then he wasnt

hed be a poor example of a god

even if he saved him from daddylonglegs he wouldnt be able to release him from the Gordian knots she bound him in

and in that decisive  brilliant  wandering  nanosecond   perhaps not so much an arachnid flourish but a mea culpa of consuming excellence the daddylonglegs threw up a singular foreleg as if competing in a calf roping contest to attest its calf was tethered fast and helpless(as Jimi played his guitar behind his head and with his teeth  --  a resolute showman) meaning to foil any on-comers garner awe or awshucks!  mesmerise audiences or casual onlookers  

turning back to the hawk she spun him in skein invisible to his eye and arrested its feeble batting wings

spun and trussed  perhaps grunting once more defiantly  she crouched over him achingly and delivered her anesthetising bite  her consuming coup de grâce

this unprovoked unsullied Act confirmed his long-held assessment  Life is but a joke  It manifests reason and no-reason whatsoever 

       

                                

1616,  Twosday,  5  4. 16

 1954,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  6  4. 16

Desiderii Marginis  Why Are You Fearful https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nun_Y0z0668