he heard a hawks cry   queer

                                very different from the cries that awakened him from his sleepthat Pronounced Commanded  Cried I am here! I am above you! 

secretly he believed they boasted not without reason he didnt have wings he couldnt fly or soar he walked on puny legs  

he believed the hawks that touted himthat circled above himthat cried Look! Up here! that they knew in their raptor birdbrains he wanted to be in the sky among them fuck in freefall decouple just in the nick of time to save themselves their passions from being dashed to death against the earthSpattered then feeding scurrilous insectsfeeding their despised blackandwhitefeathered brethren  scavengers   turkey vultures 

he loved the hawks predatory natureloved  that they didnt settle even though their lives were a hunt their lives were day-to-day and failing  they might die

it was their nature

their nature
             a nature that puny humans long ago lost  the desperate sense  the evolutionary will
some of them jabber that they will be happy when theyre turned into machines made immortal
                                                                                                     immortal at least until their metal melts their maintenance is ceased their power source is Denied 

all machines are not created equal 

they are not endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights

at that thought he laughed

                            MyGawd he loved his bodyloved its strengths despised its fragility

he is human

nothing more

the hawk cried    

he looked up through the arthritic branches of a live oak and caught a glimpse of a hawk trying to evade elude a swirl a convoy of blackandwhite erratic turkey vultures

it cried it whined it was confused how it found itself among these denizens  this misfit race and not until it took the mob higher and higher and higher and then dropped like a sex stoneplummeted earthbound that it freed itself from their number that had herded it cut off its escape for nine minutes Houdini would have drowned
                                                                                                for nine minutes by his pocketwatch he watchedhe witnessed the drama  from its first frustrated cries  to its decision to act  to its spectacular separation 

he was the only human being on the planet Earth who saw it happen

gleefully he shook his head and walking away rubbing the stiffness out of his neck he said outloud  How is ithow the fuck do I get tangled up in these draumas

1450,  Friday,  28  9. 18

1121,  Saturday,  13  10. 18

Sigur Rós  Ég anda  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOMvezbP90Y