Tuesday, July 22, 2003
I just watched a butterfly die, it's wings twitching as it spun to earth only it wasn't earth it was water, where it lands, sticks to the surface tension, flits and rises briefly before expiring. It was one of those white butterflies too, it's name something about a cabbage? Perhaps. How long do butterflies live?
I also watched the heron, posied with predatory patience, plucking silver fish from the ochre waters of one of the University's lakes, its body-language so like that of a cat waiting to pounce, taut and on edge, utterly focused, oblivious to my presence, sitting on a rock listening to Phantom Power and tapping my feet. Normally the heron at the first suggestion of human presence makes haste and flaps lazily to the top of the nearest tall tree, where he (don't ask why I think the heron is a 'he', I'm just convinced) will conspicuously avoid your gaze as if embarassed to be seen in pursuit of fish.
7/22/2003 03:24:00 pm
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