Monday, May 09, 2011

MAGPIE TALE: Two Birds

Another Magpie Tale

Two birds came to him that morning as he strolled into the garden in his robe. His beard, that robe and modest sandals made many think he was a priest. But he was a mere bank teller at a branch on the west side.

He cherished his moments in the garden, usually going there just after rising and enjoying a cup of oolong tea. He much preferred oolong to herbal infusion or the dreaded chamomile. For a certain percentage of the population, chamomile is a soothing, relaxing herb. For him and many others, is a toxic irritant since it is in essence ragweed, and when in tea form is like ingesting that wretched weed into the bloodstream. Any time he drank chamomile he had restless nights with his heart racing, his lungs feeling swollen and his chest tight. He caused not only sleepless nights but delusional ones.

Oolong by contrast soothed and cleansed him, making him feel at one with nature. It was because of that he lately found bird choosing to perch on his hands. Even without a lure of seeds or other gifts, they seemed at one with him. With time he would offer them pieces of straw. His hand would become a virtual lumberyard for bird construction as each morning he found communion with them before he went off to work to process loans.

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10 Comments:

At 12:36 AM, Blogger Arian Tejano said...

beautiful account. this gave me another fresh feeling to the subject.

 
At 7:42 AM, Blogger brenda w said...

That's it, I'm going on a hunt for oolong. Thanks!

 
At 9:08 AM, Blogger Helen said...

How different your interpretation of the photo ~~ I love this.

(I am going to pay closer attention to the gentlemen who work in our local bank)

 
At 9:42 AM, Blogger Doctor FTSE said...

A most unexpected view of the prompt. I'll never drink camomile tea again.

 
At 9:53 AM, Blogger Ann Grenier said...

Delightful to discover this quite different response to the prompt. It made me develop an immediate interest in this man ---who, why, where-- ready for more to the story.

 
At 11:30 AM, Blogger Tess Kincaid said...

Fabulous last line. Loved this.

 
At 11:36 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Thanks for all the kind comments, everyone. I almost didn't do this one since I thought I couldn't relate to what seemed like an obvious story. It's not my personal story, but I do love Oolong and have a toxic reaction to Chamomile since I have severe ragweed allergies. And Chamomile is like mainlining quadruple strength ragweed into your bloodstream. One cup of it and I feel like I am at death's door.

 
At 7:47 PM, Blogger Jingle said...

compact and cute one.

 
At 7:47 PM, Blogger Jingle said...

compact and cute one.

 
At 9:16 AM, Blogger Steve Isaak said...

Like the lead-up, love the end pseudo-twist.

 

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