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[venusburn]

so i was outside tonight smoking a fagg. and i hear this weird flutter sound-kind of like broken wings. the creature sounded like it stumbled into the tress. and it didnt really move but once more. i could hear the excess drops of rain dripping off the leaf tips, hitting the concrete. it was rather peaceful out there. it was crispy-cold, i could watch my breath disperse like steam into the sharp heavy air. i about to take the last hit off of my fagg..so i got up and scanned the tree branches in the limited shadowing porchlight. the creature hesitated to stir..so i took the last hit of my fagg, dropped the butt and crushed its cherry.
took one last glance and realized that i wasnt bothering it, and it wasnt bothering me. so we both went about our buisness.