Story for a red and black feathered plumed little bird growing tall
There was a little girl who lived in a little world where cotton wool was clothing and her curls were pressed like pansies in a flower press ; so she always knew best humous from the best jokes in town and all around.So turquoise cerise were her feathers she kept them very hid for when she flew, she knew it would be very far indeed and she wanted them to be watertight for when they were needed...the feathers stayed out of sight.The family of this little bird-girl , her whole world of big birds, so to speak had not the genes to feed her what she came to seek ; themselves little grown, mown beaks, though bright underneath; they family tree sought to seek others who came to feather their nest... And many others came by day to care for them all til she was tall. And this this girl with so so so many coloured feathers kept growing and glowing in turquoise and cerise bright colour underneath her little wings ... Her big bird mama bird would make sure she would sing coats of many colours and bring sea shells and bells to art shows near and far.Still there came, again and again many many birds of a feather flying around her in her nest... And as she grew much bigger, she began to become very allergic to the cotton wool, or maybe everything around her that was a challenge to her comfort soul... Because she knew she had to grow . And she had to take night-flight, in dark nights of her souls, because life for her nest was a challenge , but a very different way was seen and shown as she strode and rode the red/ black dream-scapes above her home, alone there was air and space unknown to challenges and limits bequeathed beneath to her tribe with crooked spines and beaks.One morn after such night- flight, it was her own bright sight that noticed her turquoise cerise feathers had grewn above but also around them the unknown red and black plumes of her dreams had been sown... Quick too the world grew all around her and demanded she shout back ... Shout back she did and yell and scream for more then that feathered nest, she sought to try another Bright- town; a blue city scape or chailey chalet beckoned her in haste. In those bright growing spaces , and seeming races in between from stammering villas to far away smells in India and Peru, she found very neon, colours and birds of every hue. A Guy bird and a Lara too; a Matti and a Rachel Too.Can she wondered anything be next as I grow and feather my own best nest?It was at this time with the Lara- Guys ; that her turquoise cerise feathers began to rise ; and shed again a part of her cloak, as arrived a sweet young bloke with a fiddle and a beard, down to his middle. He soon went to his cave to sing more gay; as she grew too, to take up her own song and sing aloud and whistle twit twoo.Then upon a winters tale of night with Lara bird in tandem flight ; she met a knight dressed as a fox ,who d lost his tail. You see he used to take flight through the clouds, but now proud had allowed himself to rest in woodland boughs... He stealthily led the young girl bird over field and moon and bryre, through mud and barefoot adventure to seals and aunts who have retired on rocky shores ...she sang and sang some more . And the toucans and seagulls asked for an encore. He slit for her the 4th wall from being lost to being found in the woods AND she lit for him a way to find it pretty in the city... And his woodland ways ruffled up her turquoise feathers such a lot they were a muddied, strewn with grasses, twigs and badgers snot. But she lived and loved the woody fox such a lot.Yet.... All along the knight-fox who lost his tail had to go on , in his adventure, for his tail had been strong and somewhere deep inside he longed to reunite with it's ending.And in his leaving she looked down to her muddied cloak and feathers and began to shake until the waters burst in rainy quake. It rained and rained for all weekend and she cried for missing her childhood friends and childhood dreams and limits too... She shook and danced in her own rain to find the sound to become sane again. As her own feathers quaked washed through and through , the mud ran off to reveal again her turquoise , cerise hues and then again after day ten ; bright red and black plumes came forth to take up room... It was as if frame by frame of all she d seen in her dreams began to want to hang all her on her tree; proud now for all to see. Black red turquoise cerise too, all beauty taking flight from this small girl through to her dream sight, her mama crowed down from above too, how lovely and proud and happy she was too... So the beautiful bird woman now made a joke and all the tree shook the earth with purest mirth. Forever more, ha ha love, amen.
