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Scarlet Tanager and the Crow
Scarlet tanager and the crow
Scarlet
The world with its unfixable problems were distant and detached from the scarlet tanager. Everything had lost its meaning. With slow and heavy wing beats mirroring his weighed soul; the tanager traveled. Food, sleep, water and any other conceivable form of comfort were forsaken. After much travel and sleepless nights, the tanager could go no further. Mind clouded with fatigue and thoughts turned inward; the tanager was oblivious to his surroundings. The clawed feet touched garnet stone; and sleep followed giving no time to reposition. The scarlet tanager never noticed it was being watched…..
The crow
Silent as the graves that lay beneath in the mist; the crow glided with the stealth of an assassin. Its eyes that shown in the murky light with a cruel intelligence, focused on his pray. The crow made lassie, yet graceful circles around the oddity. A red bird; blood scarlet was perched on a grave wide out in the open. It’s coloring was stark agensed the green moss that carped the cemetery flour. As easy a it would be to take the bird out; the crow was caucuses. It had never seen this type of bird before; and its behavior was unusual. It had been stalking the bird, gliding threw the shadows in the distance like a phantom from the moment it had entered its territory. The red bird seamed to notice nothing, on several occasions almost flying into obstructions. The eyes were dull and lifeless. If the bird was sickly; the crow would risk ceaching its desease after feeding on its flesh. Curious, the crow circled ever closer to get a better view threw the mist.
It now picked out other details that added to its curiosity. The bird appeared to be sleeping. Its black wings made it look surprisingly morbid and somewhat at home among the stones with images of death and the dead engraved in them. The crow was just about to conclude when an eye rape crashed his train of thought.
A pair of young ravens came out of the shadows with blood thirst in their eyes that focused on the small sleeping red bird. The crow hated ravens, and was not about to be showed up by these showy youths. No bird stole his pray in his graveyard.
The ravens
The tow young sisters were soaring threw the sanitary, swerthing around moss covered dieing trees and stone tablets that seamed to rise from the soft patted moss landscape. Their sharp eyes spotted the strange red bird from some distance; even in the mist that hung low to the ground. Punched on a branch in the heights, they conversed and planed their strategy to kill the bird. Prepped, they lifted off and crewsed straight fore it.
Then all hell broke lose, from the shady mist to the left; the form of the crow slowly came into sight. It was at least 3 times the size of the young ravens, advancing with an unholy science and menace. They had herd of this crow; it was spoken of with fear and aw among the other ravens. An ancient massive crow that haunted the grounds of this semitary, claiming the lives of any competition that was fool hardy enough to oppose it. The ravens expected it to have died by now, and thought the legends were exaggerated. Clearly, they were wrong.
But these ravens were young, and thought they could kill the hell spawn crow. They knew they were faster, and their minds quicker. Even though its sudden appearance was frightening, they recovered quickly and changed corse igorging the sleeping red bird.
The battle
With swift black wings the ravens easily out maneuvered the old crow. Staying above it, they fought with an anchel biting stile as they took cheap shots from above at the crows neck and back. The crow had dune this before; and was battle hardened. It was faking distress and pretending to fly randomly trying to avoid their pathetic superficial assaults. All the time herding them where he wanted, making them think it was their idea. Before the crow made his move, the red tanager rose from its sleep. A quick survey of the seen made it seam like the crow was under attack and the ravens were the aggressors. The red birds depression gave way to an anger that did his red plumage justice. Like a crimson lightning bolt he struck at one of the ravens screeching a blood curtailing battle cry. The crow smiling inwardly spun upward simultaneously, claws making contact with the second raven. Using strength gained from years of feeding on rotting flesh and the helpless; the caws crushed the raven. Its talons impaled it, piercing into its heart and ital organs. In one crushing blow, the raven was limp in the crow’s clutches.
The other raven was flying in circles in blind confusion. The red tanager was much faster than even the raven and was attacking it from all directions. The raven was trying to escape, but whatever direction it tried to take, the blood red bird was baring it. From its right side, a tremendous weight plowed into the raven. Pined up agents a tree, it found itself at the mercy of the crow. Unfortunately for the raven, their was no mercy in its dead heart. Helpless, it made pleading frightened chirps. The crow made a twisted smile and its eyes light up. Slowly drawing its head back, it took aim closing its beak. And with one dramatic peck, it ran its beak into the hysterical birds heart. The screams secede, leaving a thick silence.
The brother hood.
The crow’s blood lust satisfied, it began to think of another use for this red bird. He eyed it, its crimson feathers splattered with blood and a fury in its beady eyes. Maybe with his help, he could have his long awaited revenge.
The tanager felt a rush unlike any he had ever felt, as the blood of the ravens cooled on his body. He sensed the crow had a twisted, cruel and evil soul. But he could relate to this monster and was envious of him. This crow, scared and menacing gave his life purpose. He could help him bury the past he tried so hard to run from and vent his anger. The blood red bird was also consumed within with a desire fore revenge.
No surprise they found they had a lot in conmen as they fed upon their wimpy assailants. Each spoke of deep feelings and hatred, that hey had told no other. Learning of each other’s past they made a pact in the blood of the dead raven sisters that had brought them together. They would help one another get the revenge that was their soul purpose in living.
The crow taught the small red bird the ways of his evil and wisdoms of life. The tanager became huge and fierce from feeding on the flesh of the dead and crawling creatures that did like wise, all abundant in the graveyard. The two became legends. The crow that seamed to be the incarnation of death, silent, cruel, and frighteningly smart in its tenacity. The scarlet tanager with its blood red plumage and black tipped wings, looking like a cape was always at the crows side. The morbid team of unholy poltergeists that haunted the graveyards; attacking and killing agents seemingly impossible odds from the shadows.
Vengeance of the crow
One moon light night, it was time to pay a visit to an old ‘friend’ of the crows. Leaving the graveyard, they coasted threw the shadows towards the eagles nest. The chicks were unattended and eaten. Cries as they died carried on the wind to the mother who spied the red bird feeding on her young. The sight of that bird bathed in a silver liquid she knew was blood enraged her. The eagle never noticed the monsteruse crow that glided up behind and above her like a demonic shadow. The lethal blow to the neck killed her. The body with effort was hoisted and laid in the pool of blood in the nest where the chicks had been. The duo then hid in the foliage of a nabering tree waiting for their true target to return from his hunt.
The eagle dad was flying in early dawns light back to regurgitate the nights labors for his young. The horror, rage, and grief that eagle felt upon finding his family slaughtered is hard to put into words. A black and red shape soared upwards from the shadows and with surgical precision, clipped his wings. The fall to the ground broke some of the eagles bones. Bleeding, unable to fly, and crippled; they left the eagle to his fate and grief. Pay back with interest for what hat eagle did to the crows family long ago. Pay back for making his soul black as his feathers. The crow had wanted to do this for so long, but to attempt it alone was suicide.
The scarlet tanager’s past
The red bird was happily foraging in the yard of a human when a cat attacked it. If the thing hadn’t stopped to toy with it, the tanager would surly have died. The cat’s human caretakers saved him from that horrible animal. They but him inside their nest in a brown box, nursing and feeding him back to health. He loved thoughs humans, and they seamed to love him. Always making nice queing noises and looking so enthusiastic when they was the red bird react. The red bird felt wanted and at home. He was almost glad the cat tried to rip his wings off wile he was still alive.
Things ended horribly and tragically. One night, when he was almost mended their was a crash from some lower part of the nest. Another human dressed in black invaded and did things to the nice humans he didn’t understand. A shiny, sharp object was then repeatedly plunged into their bodies and blood sprayed out. The bird wasn’t smart, but it knew the intruder was killing them. He tried to attack the intruder, but he just brushed him aside into a wall. Before the killer could get away, he took a dump on his vehicle hood in a shape he would never forget. After he drove away with some shiny looking things the nice humans had, the red bird went back inside and mourned the deaths of the only creatures that had ever had shown him kindness. That night he swore vengeance on that human.
The bird with blood coloring’s revenge
It took a month to find the car that had the dump on it. They had to split up to find it, occasionally killing a pidgin or 2 that looked at them the wrong way. They found where that evil man lived. They decided to observe threw the window for a few days before deciding how best to punish him. They learned that he lived with a woman who was with child. Both humans had strange puncture marks on their arms. They watched the humans self-inflict these and how stupid they became afterward. They noticed how they made fire appear in the dinning part of their nest by turning these black dials. They formed their plan and wanted.
The man would be home from work soon. The timing was right. They had left the window open, and the women with the swollen gut was standing on a chair trying to remove cob webbing. They made her fall and her skill cracked open on the flour. Within a few minutes, just as they had planed; the man came home. What a sight he saw, his pregnant fife dead in a pool of blood, still warm. The crow and tanager watched the drama and pain of the man from the living room. It took several minutes for the man to notice them. The two birds motionless, perched on the top of the sofa staring at him with cold, beady eyes black with loathing. The man didn’t think the birds had killed his wife, he was just angry and wanted very much to hurt something. He charged the two birds, acting as planed. The man had fresh track marks on his arm and was out of it. This made it easy for the crow to peck out his eyes. Crying with pain, the crow drove hi into the kitchen, wile the tanager turned on the burners. The man, blind; could not see the fire and waved his arms right into it in a futile attempt to drive the birds back and defend himself. The birds retreated outside the window to watch the man burn to death, rolling around screaming in pain. After a wile he stopped twitching, to the birds disappointment. The whole apartment building caught fire as they flew home to their graveyard, not turning back to look at the rising cloud of smoke or the arriving fire trucks.
They lived happy, morbid lives, feeling the satisfaction of their revenge always.
Happy birthday to Hannah
Happy birthday to Casey
Was written in memory of Weezy; rest in peace
Fyi- a scarlet tanager is a bird that is completely red except for the edges of the wings; that are black. Quite a morbid bird if viewed in the right light I think. Was originally going to be a robin; but they weren’t red enough. I needed a bird that really was a stunning blood red. And; thanx to field guides on birds; I found what i wanted! :)