"On my Forte"

I see myself at the top of an old fort built on the rugged, rocky hill. The vastness of the scenery calls at me into  the green-brown landscape with the criss-crossing rocky roads. I feel the height and the intensity of the winds fluttering against me at this height. I sense the laziness of the setting sun from the top and an old rock stands sulking besides me probably ruing the lost decoration of the gone days even as the roots of a mountain shrubs threatens to tear it apart in the present.

An audacious little bird flies in and I can hear it mocking me. I can hear it say there are things higher and over this windy blister. I tell consoling myself the blister is a harsh metamorphism, the wind I ascertained is hard enough and seemingly tests me. I stand for minutes gazing at the resting songbird, uncertain whether it is tired or if it wishes not to fly all alone, I can not appreciate why the thoughts have decided to confluence themselves on this tweeting thing that occupies so little space.

The bird I am certain talks to me again, it calls at me, wittingly challenging me, inducing me into swimming through the waves of winds. I tell her  "Why do you ask for this to me, I am not the one with hollow bones, weak body and tender, meek fur" the floating is not meant for me. I stand strong and powerful facing the wind, the bird with its pupil glittering appeared to be smiling. Smiling I have learned is a lip business and felt said for the still waiting little bird without lips thinking "How does it smile anyway?"

A sudden gush of cold wind and I shiver the bird leaves the branch of the shrub that tears the rock, it rises and flutters around the rock, not inducing but seducing me into the grace of its flapping wings, into the  music of wind, into open air and into the open sky, the little birds exhorts me into swinging my wings. I flap and flap and here I am flying against the winds, rising above the blister, past the past into the roads which I know I shall direct. The bird is no more there but I can hear it tweet and sing and I can feel it smile. Now as  I land on the green pastures, the fort is high and over it I see an eagle powerful and large dominating the heights.

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