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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Mockingbird mobbing a hawk, red-tailed or -shouldered
Date: Fri, 6 Jun 2014 19:45:09 -0400 (EDT)
Mockingbird mobbing a hawk, red-tailed or -shouldered http://www.alansondheim.org/mockinghawk.mp4 This is in the middle of urban sprawl; if you slow the video up,* you can see the hits. Couldn't identify the hawk but given the location it's one or the other. The mockingbird's protecting its nest; it finally flew off. (Why do I side with the mockingbird? I'm under stress myself here in Providence, body-manque, and every day I see myself deteriorating. I live in hate, in adrenalin, in anxiety. Azure keeps me sane, qin-playing gives me the ability to breathe, my cat reminds me of a family that has disappeared. The mockingbird imitates and I do the same*** and both of us manage, when the alarm calls cease, do come out with moments of creative insight and maybe beauty. And maybe not. Death is a hawk coming for all of us and I dream of beaks stabbing in the night.**) * Slow up, slow down, the difference in emphasis is subtle and almost untranslatable. ** Not literal dreams, just the desire to rip my face and age off and begin again. *** I'd like to imitate but ADD leads me astray and I end up in new lands.