Today though, he was sitting just above me in the lower
branches as I passed. I stopped to look. What a magnificent bird, so proud
looking, his beak thrust out and his chest puffed. He hopped onto a lower
branch and as he did, the light caught his spotted breast. It reminded me of a
leopard’s skin with that tawny-gold sheen and deep brown speckledness. It
reminded me of a spotted dick pudding, rich sponge and darkest currants. It
reminded me of tie I once had – what happened to that I wonder?
I stood looking up for a minute or so and then he began to
sing. A small flutter of a smile and a strange compunction to applaud came upon
me. Of course I didn’t, what a picture that would have painted – an aging,
smiling, man standing on the pavement, looking into the air and clapping.
Perhaps they’d have carted me off to the funny farm.
Anyway, I listened for a while and then, noticing me with
his shiny black eyes, he flew off startled. Perhaps I looked madder that I thought.
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