i dont know why the caged kill deers - another animal event!

Well I've been watching a Killdeer all day. Pretty funny shit watching the stupidity of them faking broken tail feathers while we repair the rv. On a pile of rocks in plain view is not the best place for a nest. Specially that I just Larned there is a huge freaking cat roaming around. like a bug fluffy cat that freely goes in and out of the complex. 
they built their nest RIGHT IN FRONT of a frikin' rv trailer in plain sight. like LITERALLY the worst place to make a nest to raise your kids. like living in a home on the back of a hauling truck that ran out of gas after crossing halfway across an active set of train tracks. besides other predators like snakes, other birds, rats, muskrats, and invasive pests. the literal worst possible thing that threatens a bird nest is a cat.
like if the birds could talk:
male bird [in the voice of archer]: look you made a terrible decision in where you built this nest.
female bird: i dont get why its so bad. its near the trail
male bird: no.
female bird: its surrounded by plants and weeds
male bird: NO
female bird: its got plenty of bugs and places to roost
male bird: no NO
female bird: and over there is a watery area where we can catch-
male bird: NO! 
female bird: whats so bad about this specific location?!
male bird [again in archers voice]: are you kidding me? there is NO PROTECTION FROM PREDATORS! AND BEHIND US IS SOMEONES FREAKING HOUSE!
female bird: well technically its a trailer...
male bird: and what if it f**king rains? what if theres wind? what then sheryl?!
female bird: well then we fake that we broke our asses till- 
male bird: till they what? TRY TO EAT US?!
female bird: well its a defensive tool-
male bird: well i will remember that WHILE I AM BEING EATEN!
female bird: well we can always run to the grassy area over there where the water is. i mean we can hide there and eat there...
male cat: and what if...a cat comes after us?
female bird: well we CAN fly.....
male bird: but our children cant!
female bird: well I LIKE IT and we are staying!
male bird: ,.....[is staring over at the grass near the water]
female bird: what? what is it? carl...carl....CARL....CAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLL-
male bird: shut up sheryl!
female bird: what are you staring at?!
male bird: theres a f*cking cat RIGHT THERE in front of thee fence!
female bird: well then lets get ready to protect the nest.
male bird: protect the nes- PROTEECT THE NEST?! THATS A FREAKING CAT SHERYL! 
female bird: well there could be worse things trying to eat us
male bird: worse- wait are you ser- THAT IS LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE PREDATOR THAT COULD TRY TO EAT US!
female bird: well i hope he eats you first!
male bird: well screw you! and i hope you are happy that we are now neighbors WITH A FREAKING CAT!

and now bird theatre is over. 
ENJOY THE PICS!

and to discuss this birds name... why "killdeer"? i know its because its call sounds like its shreiking "kill-deer!" but who comes up with this stuff? do they focus test the call like an audio Rorschach? or is it like, "hey you eight people in here enjoy that drugged coffee there. we will be in the other room listening to what you think you hear when we play the birds call." like, play it forwards and you hear stairway to heaven. play backwards and you hear a hail to satan. play it sideways and youll hear your cat singing marylin manson. turn off the lights, lock the doors, grab the butter knife, and what do you get? you get a dark house and a person who looks like an idiot....and no sliced butter.

the dark side of poetry 9 - the crow and i

heres something new:

"THE CROW AND I"

i was sitting by the lake with a tears in my eyes
when i hear a voice speaking right nearby
twas a crow in the high, up in the trees
who was calling in worry, calling to me

crow: what is wrong my dear friend? what troubles you?
me: i am sad my comrade, my hearts feeling blue.
crow: why must you create such oceans from your eyes?
me: because little crow, this happens when we cry.
crow: i do not understand this thing you call "tears"
me: its an expression of pain, like being burned or seared.
crow: but why must you cry on such a bright sunny day?
me: cause thats not the sun, thats fire and dismay.
the world is at an end my black feathered friend,
yesterday we lived, today it all ends.
crow: do you know what i will do when your time comes?
me: you will eat my eyes, my nose and thumbs?

crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
i have always watched you, while you lay in your crib
i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, in snow
i have been right behind you, even when the wind did blow
i have been by your side through thick and thin
i am but your shadow, like a sinner and sin.
so when your life falls into deaths boney hand
i will defend your soul, as my last stand.
me: i saw you when i smiled, you were there when i laughed.
i saw you when my heart was filled with love.
you were there im my joy, you were there in my peace
when i slept in the fields you were soaring above.
when i cried i looked for someone to dry my tears
when i frowned i sought a mask from ear to ears.
when my heart was broken and my mind in nightmare,
i had no idea that someone was there.

crow: i have been by your side through thick and thin
me: you watched me as an infant, roosting on my crib
crow: i have followed you in sunshine, in rain, and snow
me: when i needed a boost, the winds you would blow
crow: i am your shadow
me: as sinners run before sin
crow: when your life falls into deaths boney hand
me: you will defend my soul
me AND the crow: as OUR final stand.

shadowline saga: episode 4 - after darkness

Inside the buildings the people are hiding. Within the churches the people are praying. Outside there are screams and terror. The shadows have come alive, walking the earth drawing innocent blood. The end had only just begun, though several months have passed. The chosen few had been called back to their maker, deemed worthy. Those left watched the indignity of the end of their world. And the beginning of hell on earth.

Some of us chose to continue our faith, worshipping our gods out of some hope that they would pity our acursed souls. We believed that there was only one faith, one true path to paradise. But we were deluded fools, never realizing that the truth was a unification of the world's spiritual creed. Specially after the wicca and Muslim ascending side by side with the disciples of the lord.

We saw our world turn from a thing of beauty to a dystopia of sorrow and misery. How could we have known that on the day we learned of other worlds we were dooming our own? How could we have known that the day we were to finally traverse to another heavenly body we were really breaking through our own glass ceiling? We have broken the frail crystal ceiling keeping us grounded and broken into the gates of hell. Now we are trapped in a war that we never wanted to fight; on a world we never thought we would lose.

Outside the bloodshed continues, the darkness and light at ends with each other like a lone tree surrounded by desertification. The people have taken refuge within their places of worship, singing hymns and arias. But who are they singing to? Who are they trying to call out to? The prelude to this war came and we ignored it. Now our gods abandon us to die.

Those who started this war have always been there, hiding in plain sight. They were there when we killed the gypsies and exiled the jews. They were there when we fought, a nation divided. They were there when we fought to keep up a wall. They were there when we died from plagues and filthe. And they were there the day the towers fell. They've always Been there among us, the seven enemies of man.

Now we stand here drowning, in blood and fear, as our world slowly burns. Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. And thusly our world ignites into flames. Peace; bye peace. How arrogant we were. How foolish we've acted. Now amidst it all we live forever in the hell we have created.

I was called myself, but I refused to leave. I will not leave my people, not when they need me more than ever. They are a meek fearful race, deserving salvation no matter their transgressions. As does all life. I have chosen to stay behind and watch over my people, over my brothers and sisters. This world of eternal torment and this war need a beacon of hope, a hero to guide them.

Whether my actions actually make a difference or not I do not know. Nor will I care. For I am who I always was and will always be: a messenger of light, of darkness, of dreams and despair; of past, present, and future. and of peace, faith...and hope. Maybe one day we will find our way out of the false luminescence created by the flames that so damn our eternal souls, and into the true light of the gods. Or perhaps the light is a lie that the hopeless use to justify their actions against those who would sin against the creeds they so dearly follow.

One way or another, like the sun shining after a terrible storm; after darkness, the light WILL follow. but for now our world burns piece by piece. Peace, bye peace; all will fall.

shadowline saga: episode 3 - laughter in the night

SHADOWLINE SAGA
laughter in the night
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it was a sunday evening, the parents had just put the children to bed. This evening ended like always, two episodes of improv and one goodnight song. Oh how strange the behavior was of the parents before bed. Smiles on their faces as if laughter filled their souls.

Two children were born to this family, not yet old enough to grow up and yet too old to be treated as infants. There was shawn joseph perry and beth rebecca perry, two young children ready to grow up; two young souls ripe for harvest.

Shawn always had trouble getting to sleep, attemting to read books and articles about animals till he passed out. Beth was a heavy sleeper, so much so that her mind believed dreams as reality. But tonight was different, there was something...funny. Something funny filling the air, like a dark, sinister cloud.

What was that?! Shawn paused, in his silence there was a laugh. He waited....but nothing. There it was again! Shawn once more placed his book down, drawing his focus from the pale white fox. But still...nothing, and yet shawn could hear...something.

It was a light chuckle, like someone had left the television on downstairs. Shawn began to pick up his book, but before he could turn it over it happened again. The laughter, like a demented clown; was it getting closer?!

The sound was inevitable, like footsteps heading up the stairs. Closer. Closer. Louder they creshendoed. The footsteps and laughter were moving towards shawns bedroom door. The sound of the handle being turned, then nothing...

Shawn was curios, who was fucking with him THIS time? Could cats open doors? He pondered. Then in his closet, there came a light giggle. Like an innocent schoolgirl meeting her crush, there it was. Again, this time louder.

Shawn got up and slowly walked towards the closet, clutching his stuffed bear tightly to his chest. The laughter began to get louder, as he reached out to grab the door handle. His hand touched the closet, the laughter ceased.

The closet flew open like glass in a storm. Shawn was thrown to the ground by something unseen. Like a invisible hand had knocked him on his knees. He pulled himself to his feet and slowly turned around.

Then she screamed, the girl jumping on shawns bed. Like a banshee in heat, the screech echoed down the halls. A strange little girl was on shawns bed. In her hands she held a creepy little doll, with a skull for a head and wearing a purple dress.

She looked into shawns eyes, smiled and said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"

The little girl moved closer, and began to laugh as she once again spoke,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"

Shawn ran for the door, attempting to flee. Before he could grab the handle, the girl snatched his arm. He could feel it, his life draining away. Second became days, days turned to years. shawn threw the little girl back with all of his strength, and opened the door, crawling into the hallway.

Shawn could hear it now, as if in every room of the house. The laughter was echoeing from wall to wall. It was as if his home had become a demented, dark, circus. Shawn opened the door to his sisters room, but it was too late.

Beth had turned, became one of THEM. Another child was there right next to her bed, this time a boy with a charred face and black hair. Beth climbed out of bed, stepping beside the boy.

They both walked forwards, speaking to shawn,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"

Shawn ran down the hall towards his parents bedroom. Both his heart and feet, racing like a locomotive. He found the door wide open but no one inside. Besides his parents, still asleep in bed.

Shawn dashed over to his mother, whose head was turned away. He threw his arms out, screaming,
"Wake up mommy please!"

Shawns mom began to chuckle, theres that eerie laugh. Her head still turned away, his father then joined in. Then he heard his sister, now nothing but bones. She was in the doorway, with the char~blackened little boy.

"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry;" his sister began.
"the truth is its game time for you and i," continued the charred boy.
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry," said shawns father, with a laugh, as he sat up in bed.
"we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!" Finished shawns mother, the flesh slowly falling off her rotting face.

He had no options left, shawn had no place to go. His entire family was rotting to bones in front of him. As they began to close in their clothes slowly turned purple. Love turned dark, and now nothing but bone.

The four spoke once more, as they grabbed shawns neck,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; step out from above the bucket. Its time to die!"

With a scream shawn awoke, drowning in sweat. His skin was pale and his heart was weak. He looked around, and all was fine; nothing more than a bad dream he faced that night. As shawn fell back asleep, he could hear rocking downstairs.

Someone was in the living room tilting back in a chair. Beneath the purple hood, his eyes glowed bright. His skeleton hands glowing in the light. As he leaned back, he let out a ghastly laugh.

He spoke only once, this is what he said,
"Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; the truth is its game time for you and i. Tonight we play, tomorrow we cry; we will kick your bucket. Its time to die!"