sliver (17/August/18)

for a brief moment an autumn sky brokered the morning, blink and you might miss it… I didn’t blink, I didn’t miss it… and then all too soon it was gone consumed in a flat summer grey, the kind of grey only summer invites to the party, the kind that doesn’t know what to do with itself so just hangs around side-kicking invisible dust, hands in pockets, hood up, blank stare, forgetting to remember… something it forgot to remember… bleeding a lack of imagination… a single swallow sieved the sky for morning vagrants… the early bird gets the… moths in their case, daddy long-legs, tiny spider who spun a single strand of silk to take them up into the jet stream but first have to run the gamut of the swallows whiskers and keen turn of speed… last evening there were dozens making the most of the usual time of day feast flitting through clouds of unwary insects… I wonder if they consider being eaten, that they might be next… regardless it’s too late when they are become bird food, largely at the mouths of swallowing swallows gulping and swooping preparing for the journey which for some will be their first and will do without a second thought the thousands of miles migration they’ve never done or seen before but will do it anyway without question… autumn’s here but keeping a low profile… for now… only giving itself away at times it thinks no one is looking or paying attention as people generally don’t, being far too busy with their own tiny worlds to bother with the much bigger one they perch upon increasingly precariously-so…… I think it wants us to know it’s there though, waiting and sometimes not waiting, patient but cutting a sliver from the hem… it sees the threadbare, the ragged robins, the early fruits ripened far too soon, lost leaves, dead-heads, it notices every nuance with the discernment of an horologist for whom the balance is to the watch what the pendulum is to the clock……

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diet of worms (16/August/18)

… meanwhile … (continuing from yesterday’s blog)… I pondered having a pet worm, an earth worm, and taking it for walks, or them if I had more than one, and what kind of very specialised lead or in fact harness I’d need to design, it would have to be incredibly clever for a worm, an earth worm too,  not to wriggle free being they have no necks you see and sometimes being even tricky figuring out which way round they are, and like I say they do tend to wriggle, a lot… I imagine it’d be a slow walkies and undoubtedly turn a few heads and raise an eyebrow or two, not I imagine in admiration but more in baffled astonishment… I mean, who takes worms for walks?…… strange as it may sound I’d thought it’d be easier than taking a goldfish for a walk as that would be crazy, not to mention I’d have to take its bowl too, ow that would be a clever harness, and probably on wheels!…. either that or go for walkies underwater…. at least with a worm I could throw sticks, or leaves probably they are definitely more partial to leaves and with the added bonus, for the worm that is, that a leaf can’t be thrown that far as a stick, shape and weight and all,  and as worms don’t exactly run fast, relatively, even though as I say they do wriggle, I wouldn’t be waiting forever for them to retrieve it…. although I have seen them move fast enough if a blackbird or a mole is on their tail… I’d have to keep their harness or lead on because on finding a favourite leaf they do tend to burrow down into the soil with it in which case I’d lose it… anyway, all this aside, what I really want to know is are Koi really coy?……

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romancing the fish (15/August/18)

I wonder if goldfish recognise themselves in the mirror… or do they only see another goldfish, a rival, a mate, a friend?… or is it a case of you’re so vain?… they certainly look familiar, it may think, but then again maybe not as they aren’t in a habit of mirror-gazing… or perhaps they don’t even see reflections as we do and see nothing much at all…… I wonder because sitting next to the aquarium in the doctors waiting room (a most excellent idea to have in such a place, very calming) one end of the tank is mirrored and I’d noticed the odd fish going up to it and maybe, maybe not paying attention to the reflections, or it could simply be coincidence as there are limited places to go in there and finding themselves by the mirror is an occupational hazard… except there was this one goldfish, not so big but not tiny either,  who swam parallel with the mirror down to the bottom and up to the surface over and over again repeatedly as though watching itself in the mirror all the time as though trying to catch its rival out, or enjoying watching how adept it shimmied through the water, or showing off to the other one, aka its reflection, aiming to impress… it all depends on how it sees it, if at all… or was it akin to some captive behaviour sometimes displayed by badly-kept animals in badly-managed zoos…. if it had done it the once I wouldn’t have thought anything of but it did it almost the entire time I was waiting, about 20 minutes… I couldn’t tell from its expression as fish tend to have a limited range, i.e. mouth open/ mouth closed, not much else goes on in their faces… if I was to guess it did seem to be fascinated with its reflection but still, whether it saw itself or another fish, who knows, whatever all the research says the mind of a fish is the mind of a fish, fishy and soggy… I did wonder if it’s all down to this four second rule, they only remember things for four seconds, or is that cats?… anyway, that is of course is b*ll*cks…… I’m not sure I want to know, some things are best left unravelled……

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