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Date Posted: 17:53:32 09/24/06 Sun
Name: Marie Blue-eyes
Dorm: DD (Dastardly Dibbuns)
Title: The Great Migration
Entry:
A stiff, cold wind stirred what remained of the leaves of the woods below him. The mountain that loomed off to the west was cast in hues of pink and orange because of the giant, orb-like star that was sinking into the molten gold that was the Great Sea. Away to the north, already in winter’s grip, his far-seeing eyes viewed the blue- and white-clad mountain ranges that rippled across the land, eventually fading into the temperate plains that spread south like puddle of long grass, lapping up against the edges of the wood below him. Behind him, he knew, lay more plains, deserts, and cliffs, stretching away into the unknown wilderness. They would be bland colors, faded even before the sun had begun to make its homebound journey. Turning his eyes to the east, his fearsome gaze settled upon an Abbey built into the midst of the woods; his more poetic side likened it to a precious jewel adorning the crown of some great beasts’ brow.
The great bird pulsed upward, launching himself from the high branch that had been his perch. A golden eagle, master of the skies, feared by all beasts--ground-dwellers and air-dwellers and water-dwellers alike--this was he. His powerful wings molded the air like the hands of a skillful craftsman; his fearsome talons glinted in the fading sunlight; his keen eyes and deadly beak glared out from his feathered visage at all of the world. Thump. He began to turn south. Thump. Thump. Coldness. Dampness. Darkness. He could feel it. Autumn was here, and winter was close on its heels. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was time to head south, to the warmer lands beyond the reach of the knowledge of the beasts below. Thump. Thump. Every beat of his feathered wings bore him further and further away from the colder northern lands. Thump. Even the master of the skies was not immune to Autumn’s southward call. Every bird felt it; every chick knew the path to the safe southern lands; every mate knew that the call would not go unheeded.
Only fools ignored the call. Below him, crows squawked, songbirds chortled, sparrows chirped. Nearer the coastline, noisy seagulls and dangerous osprey mingled on their southern journey. At a respectful distance, a barn owl and his mate, along with a young one, flew serenely along. Behind him beat the wings of several hawks and kites from the North, loudly crying their challenges to each other and the skies.
The great bird clacked his beak; his talons clenched; the speed of his powerful wing beats intensified. To the south! To warm lands where cold, damp winter would not get between his feathers, chilling his very bones. To the south! To bountiful lands where food was plentiful and nests were dry. To the south! To familiar lands where memories of the present were absorbed by those of the past. To the south!
Title: Deep Autumn
Entry:
Pitter, patter
The rain, it splatters
Blown across the ground
Soughing, sighing
The wind is trying
To turn the leaves around
Flitting, floating
They are eloping
The leaves fall from the trees
Bending, bowing
The tree is frowning
At the stormy sky it sees
Gray and cloudy
The sky is rowdy
As the storm within it grows
Flashing, lighting
Elements fighting
Though why? Nobeast knows
Safe and sound
Under the ground
Molebeasts catch their Z’s
Sheltered from
The elements around
Squirrels sleep among the trees
Dry and warm
Protected from harm
Mice of the Abbey sleep
Snoring loud
The hedgehogs proud
Relax in safety’s keep
With naught to lose
The otters and shrews
Snooze under the stars
Badgers and hares
Without a care
Sleep among kitchen’s jars
O’er Mossfl’w’r’s halls
Abbey’s walls
And the fortress of the mountain
The sky falls
The wind calls
And rain comes like a fountain
Lightening clashes,
Brilliant white flashes
Autumn’s tempest rages on
But beasts below
Will only know
The storm as one long gone
For when they wake
With small headache
From noise during the night
They will greet
That Fall morn sweet
With a laugh that knows no fright
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