Birdsong Drabbles
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garnigalAs always, cross-posted to open_
Sympathy
Dawn giggled delightedly at the antics of the yellow canary. It sang, twittered and looked cute. You could tell he was happy, loved and well-fed.
That cat thought so too. He stalked, plotted and schemed, drooling over the fat bird. Every once in while, that cat caught the bird, but it never lasted too long. Something always saved the birdy.
This time it was the potion in Dr. Jekyll’s lab. The tiny, cute yellow canary became a huge, scary yellow monster.
Dawn laughed again as Tweety chased the confused cat.
Buffy watched the cartoon grimly. “I totally sympathize with Sylvester.”
Sorrow
It drove her nuts, the constant twittering.
Like she didn’t have enough going on, trying to keep from flunking out, trying to keep her friends from dying, trying to keep the world from ending, she had to deal with a freaking bird singing on her windowsill at the crack of dawn after an extra-long, extra-fighty patrol?
She finally stumbled to the window to close it against the high pitched warbling when something on the ground caught her eye.
She squinted down at the grey blob – the motionless body of a tiny baby robin.
Suddenly, the sorrowful birdsong matched her mood.
Sympathy
Dawn giggled delightedly at the antics of the yellow canary. It sang, twittered and looked cute. You could tell he was happy, loved and well-fed.
That cat thought so too. He stalked, plotted and schemed, drooling over the fat bird. Every once in while, that cat caught the bird, but it never lasted too long. Something always saved the birdy.
This time it was the potion in Dr. Jekyll’s lab. The tiny, cute yellow canary became a huge, scary yellow monster.
Dawn laughed again as Tweety chased the confused cat.
Buffy watched the cartoon grimly. “I totally sympathize with Sylvester.”
Sorrow
It drove her nuts, the constant twittering.
Like she didn’t have enough going on, trying to keep from flunking out, trying to keep her friends from dying, trying to keep the world from ending, she had to deal with a freaking bird singing on her windowsill at the crack of dawn after an extra-long, extra-fighty patrol?
She finally stumbled to the window to close it against the high pitched warbling when something on the ground caught her eye.
She squinted down at the grey blob – the motionless body of a tiny baby robin.
Suddenly, the sorrowful birdsong matched her mood.
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Date: 2006-03-21 08:20 pm (UTC)Yes, poor Sylvester but awww, poor bird in the second one.
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