Thursday, October 16, 2014


The blackbird swooped down, its eyes gleaming with condescension, and carved the frosty night with its prowess and agility. The glacial mist was sliced by a pair of outstretched wings, into arcs that mirrored the shape of the crescent moon. Diving and dancing, entirely heedful of the envious glares of the other birds that assailed it, the blackbird glided with the breeze, in an almost tantalizing manner. Nearly blending in with the inky sky, it was faintly lit up by the flickering lamps of the nearby house, and by the weakly twinkling stars.
A minute later there was a clatter, and an excited squeal. A girl of no more than five came darting out of her house, with her mother trailing behind her, mildly astonished.
"Oh, look!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes brimming with pleasure. "Look at that bird! Look at how it's flying." Her angular fingers perfectly traced the path of the blackbird, as if amazed that any creature could perform such an enthralling accomplishment.
By then, the blackbird was beginning to realize that it had a very admiring audience. Delighted, it threw itself into its flight, descending mere inches above the ground before spinning up into the sky, until it was only a minuscule speck that was lost in the night. As it elicited gasps of wonder from the little girl, its eyes glittered with all the more disdain, and it threw contemptuous glances to its fellow, subordinate blackbirds.
Unable to bear the blackbird's patronizing visage, a mass of birds abandoned the branch upon which they had been perched, and soared into the sky. Within a few seconds, the blackbird was lost amid a flurry of feathers, although it fruitlessly strived to detach itself from the crowd. However, the girl's awe had vanished, only to be placed with mild fear and surprise. Screaming, the child ran back into her home, shocked by the sheer number of birds that had remained hidden while she had been gaping at only one.
The blackbird struggled and grappled to distinguish itself from the wall of black, upset that it had lost its only onlooker. Exhausted and dispirited, it retired to a lone branch, and forlornly watched the performance that the other birds were putting up for it. Warming itself against the leaves, the blackbird, faintly illuminated by the moon, gloomily waited for the spectacle to cease, not caring to defend itself against the haughty looks that came its way.

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