the world could be a huge hole to dig things out of if you wanted(you couldnt have it manufactured for you)

the tools you had could procure  wrest  with your senses and hands   

or a cheap ball point

hed used the same kind now as he did when he was a kid

when these sensibilities commonsense occurred

the lights went On they never faded

he observed

they lapped his brain as coral was lapped by saltwater

attracting minute crustaceans who attracted small fish who attracted  larger fish

a wild ecosystem a biology

since everything needs water

his water fed and fed

it fed the chaotic the organized the spastic the agile

his cheap pen since had helped him record

its ink was red

as a boy he imagined it his blood   and with his light if something was obscure or hidden peeving him he got up walked to it got around behind under or over it and saw

How did you see that

when asked he had only contempt  derision

the asker had the same things he did

maybe   maybe   curtly dismissed unanswered theyd take the hint

they could do what he did

he didnt care

not an iota

that he did was all that ever was important 

hed miss himself when he was dead

above him two hawks

hunting observing  using their light

then a third

lazily circling looping   vigilant

he stopped walking

he thrilled in their sudden appearance

silent ghosts

most silent of the ghosts he contended with

circling they worked their way above a dying eucalyptus across the broken paved graveled road their underbellys through the brown limbs and dried leaves like camouflage like the white of fish bellys to merge them with the silent sunlit surface washing above holding them

the hawks kept moving curling on invisible currents working their territory until they were specks in the bluesky south

of him where he couldnt walk to in an hours time

he fell into their grace

happy again

grateful again he was their sole witness their accomplice to whatever murder followed

a fresh existential kill feathers torn away by their hooked beaks fur pulled and rent until satisfied to get at the warm flesh blood tender innards the nutritious gore where life lived

where nothing is manufactured

  

1334,  Saturday,  21  11. 15

accompanied by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnVaaKT9tg4&index=27&list=RDlfWP7-o5hvc

       squeak

         he wasnt sure he heard anything

squeak

                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                         squeak

something        had to be something                             

                squeak

                      he stopped movingfroze exactly where he stood

to see if he could identify the sound where it came fromsounded         so near

so near

nothing

                  Akay then

he began wauksqueak heheld a filled hummingbird feeder time to slop the pigs they were sipping a gallon and a quart of sugarwater a day he called them hummingpigs unless you bought twentyfive pounds of sugar every ten days two weeks you might not believe it either they were pigs on wing

he lifted the quart feeder to his face   it hung from a bent brass clotheshanger he fashioned to hold it  its tongue hooked under a wire latch that was fitted in between two reversed us in the wire wrap that wound under the glass lip made to suspend the inverted bottle by

it was three years old hed hung it for three years this was the first time it ever protested

he took a couple of steps across the redwood porch towards the near fenceline where he hung the feeders   and listened

squeak

whawas the squeaking about

he stopped utterly engrossed in this smallest sound THEN AN ENORMOUS CRASH splintered wood sheared
a small aircraft sliding past him sideways its cowl its blade chewing up spitting gravel clay its aluminum-alloy skin shredding blind rivets popping like .22 rounds whistling past him the plane now spinning clockwise breaking up flames smoke the feeder in his hand shattered spattered by sugarwater plane parts strewing its bulk descending the hill out of sight AN EXPLOSION BALL OF FIRE

BLACK SMOKE RISING

he stomped his feet on the porch   no pain turned his head side to side no pain jigged his shoulders up and down
no pain looked down at his chest arms legs no blood

no blood on the redwood

no shock

             amazed

then just above the volume of the squeak he uttered dully    Not  sumtin  yasee  everday

                                                                                                                                              0024,  Saturday,  21  11. 15