Grassy steps led to an over-grown garden. Looking down Janice wondered who had built the walls and indeed, when those stony steps had last been used. The garden full of wild flowers was weed-choked but the sun filtered down invitingly. She began to descend, half-way down the stairs she stopped surprised.
Piercing the silence, a blood-curdling howl. Robin red-breast rises, screeching, into the sky.
She looked down the remaining stairs and saw a large brindled cat stride out from the undergrowth. Tail swishing she realized the hunter had lost his prey.
idyllic spring
among the wildflowers
the hunt continues
© G.s.k. ‘14
And that truly is the way of nature – so much death and destruction beneath a surface of peace and tranquility. Beautifully told. Love the poem too.
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Thanks Margaret … I’m glad you enjoyed the haibun (a story with a conclusive haiku – I forgot to write the genre this morning).
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Good tale!
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Thanks Sue my dear .. hope you’re having a nice holiday season … Happy New Year!
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Thanks, Georgia….I have had a very sociable Christmas, and now New Year with friends. Once 2015 starts, I have a few challenges ahead, but as a friend of mine often quotes “all shall be well, all manner of things shall be well”
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Cool friend you have — my compliments! Glad all’s gone well and will go well! See you in 2015!
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Will do!
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[Yay! Robin lives another day!]
I mean — oh dear — sorry the kittie lost its dinner. (Not really, but with your muse being a cat and all — ahem!
Loved it 😀
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LOL … once I saw your Aztec title I was envious … how cool to have written about Machu Picchu … and a glorius new sun rising over the alter …
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I wrote a haibun a long time ago about the Incas at Machu Picchu — for Ligo Haibun perhaps? A much less bloody route in that haibun though! You should have written about the Incas – some bloody rituals, but they don’t seem to have been quite as bloody as the Aztecs or the Maya. Would have loved to have seen your take on it!
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It only occurred to me after I read your title .. then suddenly those stairs looked so Machu Picchu … or Aztec … I’m not so good at blood letting scenes … but I might try this out just for you 😉
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Oooh….. Georgia goes dark again!
Mwah ha ha ha!
I’m a bad influence 😉
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lol … but I’m afraid it won’t be until January 2 … I’m still cooking and we’l be going off this afternoon … looks like more snow too!
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Be careful, okay?
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Georgia, Good story with a happy ending–for the bird. Well told. I also liked the poem, and it was perfect for that story. Happy Holidays! 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks so much Suzanne .. I’m really happy you enjoyed the story … I too like happy endings! Happy New Year! 😀
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I like to see the hunter thwarted. Nicely done.
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Thanks Sandra, me too … besides I’m sure he was one of those over-weight cats that has a home … he’d only have brought the poor dead bird home and lay it on someone’s bed … Happy New Year!
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So glad Robin got away, especially in a Christmas-time story.
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True … even without a Christmas-time story though I didn’t want poor Robin to “get et” 😉 Happy New Year!
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Dear Georgia,
I suspect the kitty is well-fed and didn’t need a robin for dessert. Lovely haibun.
Shalom and Happy New Year,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I too suspect the same … glad you agree and liked the haibun … btw, your story was quite interesting. I’ve been having connection problems … which seems a friend has helped me resolve … but I’m off for a couple of days and wanted you to know I enjoyed that apocalyptic scenario you imagined … as a story though.
Ciao and Happy New Year to you too .
Georgia
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Aww!! a lovely tale, Georgia…never expected this ending either. I love surprises!
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Glad I could surprise you! 🙂
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