Tree swallow among the sumach, gazing into the foggy ethereals!
I was poorly already, but when the word came down that one of our rarer warblers was eating bugs in Etobicoke, it became essential for me to spend 5 hours in and around the dirt, snitching along the creek, hoping for pop-ups, easy light, and pictorial sweetwindows. Anyhow, the Kentucky Warbler is an elegant little softy but he is a demon also, and I consider him at least partially responsible for the influenza which ensconced me like a blanket of cold and leggy spiders! But feisty mulchers, worry not: I am on the mend, am no longer agued, and will live to taxidermize and photograph the good Spring warblers yet again!
Another pleasant look at the simple but dressy Kentucky Warbler, seen some days ago in southeast Etobicoke. Then I got influenza and hid in my apartment, but now it’s time to go snitching again. P.S. The lamebrained composition was necessary because of problems to the left and right.
Here now is one flavor of youthful enemy: late 20s, male, thin, plainfaced. Sitting a few tables over from me at the Chinese quickserve dumpling restaurant. Superman t-shirt and big tattoos on the upper arm: greens and blues, red and yellow flowers twisting over rusty chains. Sunglasses atop his big and messy hair. He sits across the table from a plainly-dressed and pretty girl. They laugh together easily and often.
“Why are you angry at this stranger?”
“Because my time at his age was very lonely.”
“That’s not his fault!”
“Yes, but he’s an idiot and obviously so is she.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Just look at him!”
“Actually, you should stop looking at him, he’s starting to notice. What if he comes over and pounds you? Look at those forearms!”
“I wish I could throw dumplings at him.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“But I’m the lonely ghost who observes and judges the easy-hearted people!”
“Your brain is full of problems.”
“What else is new?”
etc. and also ha ha