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Post by Sherry Thrasher on Feb 16, 2009 8:53:28 GMT -5
Your bird sounds like he's having sex. My mind skids on Oh, God! I mean I've had the damn bird for twenty-five years.
I cover him with blankets each night. He presses his beak through bars, pulls a piece of the blanket in tight. He gnaws until he chews a hole, turns his head and peeks right through. He watches me with one red eye- recording my nights.
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Post by Tina (Firefly) on Feb 16, 2009 9:50:39 GMT -5
Sherry, this did give me a chuckle. ;D It seems to me, however that it needs more..perhaps another verse or two. The last line is a really good one and I think you paint the picture well. Gotta say that I don't love the title.
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Post by purplejacket on Feb 16, 2009 14:29:22 GMT -5
I really like this - very fun read. I read it fast because of the 'skids.' I agree about the title too - maybe something to insinuate surveillance would be fun.
Also, since the eye is a lens, you don't gain anything by calling it one. I think you're looking for something that says 'camera,' without saying camera, so maybe aperture would work.
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Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Feb 16, 2009 15:58:45 GMT -5
Yeah I'd probably vote for a title change as well. Maybe for that line you could just do
He watches me; one red lens- recording my nights.
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Feb 16, 2009 22:21:01 GMT -5
Very cute, Sherry...........
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