The girl held the rabbit as it worked for every breath of air. It was hard to watch a small creature be in so much pain and be unable to anything about it. So the girl did the only things she could. She held her gently in her arms and spoke softly to the furry friend who often kept her company in the garden. Suddenly the rabbit kick and jumped right out of the girls arms. The girl instantly picked her back up and tried to calm the frantic and scared rabbit. A few moments later the struggling stopped and the harsh breathing with it. The girl held the body of her friend and wondered how life could leave so quickly like that. It was so strange to hold that lifeless body and compare it to what it use to be.
Slowly standing up still holding the rabbit's small body, she made her way to the room where her parents sat talking. When her mother she reached out for the body she like it go unwillingly and stepped back to watch what would happen next. After a minute she quietly slipped out of the room, grabbing her winter coat she made her way to the back door and slipped into the darkness of the night.
The darkness had a odd sort of comfort to it. She let her tears fall knowing no one would see them here. Walking to a place where she could see the city clearly, she sat down and stared at the prof that life still does go on. To think of all the people that lived in that city who did not value there lives or the lives or the people around them. It was sad and her silent tear continued to fall until a breeze of fresh winter air dried them up. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and slowly let the air out slowly. By the time she opened her eyes she already said farewell to her little friend and was ready to do her best to face whatever life was to throw at her next. As she made her way quietly back inside she said a little pray for herself and who ever else who had lost a loved one that night.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wake Up Call
"Mommy! Mommy! Wake Up!" she yelled and she ran this way and that around the room. She would jump up on the bed where her mom slept, then across the room to the window. Then she would do it all over again, all the time her collar jiggling the identification tags that were there.
"Amber leave me alone. I want to sleep," said the girl that was on the bed who had raised Amber from a kitten.
"But it is something really important," was Amber's quick reply as she emphasized the "really important" part by lengthing the words. She was currently sitting on top of her mother and looking into the sleepy eyes.
"Yes, yes I know. It is always really important when you wake me up in the morning. It also always has something to do with your food dish. Now let me sleep," was her mother's exasperated reply as she turned over on her side causing Amber to tumble off the bed.
"Well then you leave me no choice," with that she started her second wake up plan. She started with chewing on a piece of plastic that was on the floor then ran over to some papers that were on the floor and rolled on them, making them crumple. Then She jumped up on to the table that sat in the middle of the room. Her mother used it for all kinda of different things and Amber knew she was not aloud up there.
"Amber! Get down from there!" the shout rang loud and clear through the house. Amber did as she was told knowing if she didn't she would be getting more than she had wanted. To many times before had she knocked something important off that table. Once it had been her grandmother's music box that her mom treasured so much. The music box had broken, and Amber had hided for half a day before her mom's anger was no longer directed at her.
"Alright show me," was her mother's reply to this last drastic act. But it had worked and Amber happily showed her mother to her food dish. "You still have food."
"But there are ants on it!" Amber's eyes grew big at the thought of her food being left like that.
"And why are there ants in your food?"
"Because they found it last night."
"How could they have found the food if there was a water moat around it?"
"Because I drank the moat."
"So it is your own fault."
"But I was thirsty."
"You have a bowl of water sitting right there and there is plenty still in it."
"But the moat water tastes better."
"Well then you can eat the food with the ants in it and get some each protein," said her mom as she walked out of the room and back to her own bed, which welcomed her like an old friend into a warm embrace. Knowing she would not get any sympathy from her as long as she was sleepy she headed out to find someone else who would sympathize with her. Finding Uncle Ron in the living room she jumped up on his lap and said with her most innocent eyes.
"Mommy's being mean to me." And just like she predicted he patted her on the head and gave her the pity she wanted.
"Amber leave me alone. I want to sleep," said the girl that was on the bed who had raised Amber from a kitten.
"But it is something really important," was Amber's quick reply as she emphasized the "really important" part by lengthing the words. She was currently sitting on top of her mother and looking into the sleepy eyes.
"Yes, yes I know. It is always really important when you wake me up in the morning. It also always has something to do with your food dish. Now let me sleep," was her mother's exasperated reply as she turned over on her side causing Amber to tumble off the bed.
"Well then you leave me no choice," with that she started her second wake up plan. She started with chewing on a piece of plastic that was on the floor then ran over to some papers that were on the floor and rolled on them, making them crumple. Then She jumped up on to the table that sat in the middle of the room. Her mother used it for all kinda of different things and Amber knew she was not aloud up there.
"Amber! Get down from there!" the shout rang loud and clear through the house. Amber did as she was told knowing if she didn't she would be getting more than she had wanted. To many times before had she knocked something important off that table. Once it had been her grandmother's music box that her mom treasured so much. The music box had broken, and Amber had hided for half a day before her mom's anger was no longer directed at her.
"Alright show me," was her mother's reply to this last drastic act. But it had worked and Amber happily showed her mother to her food dish. "You still have food."
"But there are ants on it!" Amber's eyes grew big at the thought of her food being left like that.
"And why are there ants in your food?"
"Because they found it last night."
"How could they have found the food if there was a water moat around it?"
"Because I drank the moat."
"So it is your own fault."
"But I was thirsty."
"You have a bowl of water sitting right there and there is plenty still in it."
"But the moat water tastes better."
"Well then you can eat the food with the ants in it and get some each protein," said her mom as she walked out of the room and back to her own bed, which welcomed her like an old friend into a warm embrace. Knowing she would not get any sympathy from her as long as she was sleepy she headed out to find someone else who would sympathize with her. Finding Uncle Ron in the living room she jumped up on his lap and said with her most innocent eyes.
"Mommy's being mean to me." And just like she predicted he patted her on the head and gave her the pity she wanted.
Rainy Days
The girl carefully climbed on top of the cupboards that sat beneath the window in her bedroom. She had already placed blankets and pillows there to make it more comfortable. She must have looked rather odd trying to get on top of the cupboards. What she wore did not help make it look any less odd either. She wore a pair of gray jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a scarf, on black sock, one white sock, and an old trench coat that was to big for her. Once on top of the cupboards she reached down again and pulled up her mug of hot cocoa and her book. Once settled in among her blankets and pillows she reminded people of her own cat, who happened to happened to be on the cupboard next to hers. The cat was just like her in the way they were both wrapped up in blankets.
Many people, if they knew of this habit of hers, would laugh and call it strange but to her it was no different than sitting on a window seat. The only difference was that this "seat" was higher up and could store a lot more in them. That make shift window seat was her favorite place to watch the rain or just curl up and read a book on cool days. That day particular day had been the first rainy day of the season. To sit there and watch the rain drops pitter patter on the ground made her heart want to sing. She loved rainy days. They were always so rare in that area, so she never got tired of them. She soaked in the sight of the rain like friendly cats soaks in attention. She saw the pots she had planted the day before get watered with the rain. Water droplets collected on the leaves of the trees before they ran off the leaf, like a child running off a diving board. An orange tabby was curled up under the picnic table giving the girl a look of annoyance at the fact that the girl was not coming out to pet him. Having filled herself with the sight she picked up her book and settled herself in for a good long read.
Many people, if they knew of this habit of hers, would laugh and call it strange but to her it was no different than sitting on a window seat. The only difference was that this "seat" was higher up and could store a lot more in them. That make shift window seat was her favorite place to watch the rain or just curl up and read a book on cool days. That day particular day had been the first rainy day of the season. To sit there and watch the rain drops pitter patter on the ground made her heart want to sing. She loved rainy days. They were always so rare in that area, so she never got tired of them. She soaked in the sight of the rain like friendly cats soaks in attention. She saw the pots she had planted the day before get watered with the rain. Water droplets collected on the leaves of the trees before they ran off the leaf, like a child running off a diving board. An orange tabby was curled up under the picnic table giving the girl a look of annoyance at the fact that the girl was not coming out to pet him. Having filled herself with the sight she picked up her book and settled herself in for a good long read.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The City's Goodnight
The air outside was cool and heavenly compared to the stuffy warm house as she stepped outside onto the pavement, still warm from the sun that had set hours ago. The city lights stood out like they often do when you are somewhere with a view over looking the city. It looked like some one had decorated the ground like they would a Christmas tree. Some lights moved on roads giving the impression of being busy with something important. Others flashes as if they were constantly coming up with ideas they never did anything with. While still others stood still as if they had decided not to move and face whatever comes their way, even the end of the world Each having something to admire, even though they be extremely different.
Lights in the sky tell of airplanes getting ready to land for the night and get some shut eye. There was no moon to govern the stars that night and very few stars shined bright enough to be seen. That night the stars seemed to be standing tall as they all were very proud of something which we humans can only wonder as to what it may be.
The crickets chirped there good nights that never seem to end. Dogs barked their dismay that the sun had gone to bed and so must they. The gentle swish of traffic played a lullaby , as a train whistle blows annocing its long journey through the dark. Two cats swarm her at her feet asking for a bed time story. She sees no reason reason to say no, so she sits down and starts with the words a lot of bedtime stories start with, "Once upon a time". As overhead a satellite slowly drifts by as if he was the night watchman of the city and he was just passing by to make sure all was okay.
Lights in the sky tell of airplanes getting ready to land for the night and get some shut eye. There was no moon to govern the stars that night and very few stars shined bright enough to be seen. That night the stars seemed to be standing tall as they all were very proud of something which we humans can only wonder as to what it may be.
The crickets chirped there good nights that never seem to end. Dogs barked their dismay that the sun had gone to bed and so must they. The gentle swish of traffic played a lullaby , as a train whistle blows annocing its long journey through the dark. Two cats swarm her at her feet asking for a bed time story. She sees no reason reason to say no, so she sits down and starts with the words a lot of bedtime stories start with, "Once upon a time". As overhead a satellite slowly drifts by as if he was the night watchman of the city and he was just passing by to make sure all was okay.
Monday, September 6, 2010
The Secret Meeting
The sun had set when Silas slowly sneaked to the back of the house. His paws made no sound on the hard dirt ground. The person he was to meet had not yet arrived so he stopped for a drink from the watering can. He was just finishing up when she came out. The screen door squeaked and a tall blond girl stepped out. At first he had doubts about this meeting and started to run but her soft sweet voice brought him back and he ran to her. She knelt down and welcomed him with a scratch behind the ears. He enjoyed it for a second than ran away a few steps as if he had guilt. But he did not go far before he flung his guilt away and enjoyed the secret meeting. She scratched in all the right places and stoked his long silky fur. As he purred, content to have the attention he desided at last.
It is very well known that anything good can never seem to last long, and so it was with this meeting. For they had only enjoyed each others company for a few minutes when Thomas came around the corner and saw it all. He could not stand it and went after Silas, hissing. Not wishing to fight with his friend Silas ran off and Tomas trotted over to the girl with the most pleasant smile, ready for the attention he deserves and craves. The girl laughed and gave him the attention for a few minutes before saying good night and going back inside.
It is very well known that anything good can never seem to last long, and so it was with this meeting. For they had only enjoyed each others company for a few minutes when Thomas came around the corner and saw it all. He could not stand it and went after Silas, hissing. Not wishing to fight with his friend Silas ran off and Tomas trotted over to the girl with the most pleasant smile, ready for the attention he deserves and craves. The girl laughed and gave him the attention for a few minutes before saying good night and going back inside.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Hello World
So if you're reading this you might not be to sure what this blog is about. I mean whats up with a title like "The City Orchard"? Well I will get to that in a moment but first I have created this blog to practice my writing skills, and to find out people's response to what I write. So this can be seen as my experiment. There is no topic I am going to cover but instead it is going to be a location. The City Orchard is what I call the place that happens to be my home. It is not a real orchard but there are a lot of trees so that is where the orchard part comes from. The city part comes from the fact that my house is on a hill that looks over my home city. So now you know the meaning behind the name. As to what I will be writing, they will only be short little snip-its of what happens around here with three cats, a heard of deer, a raccoon or two, stray dogs that wander in, and other animals. All of it will be loosely based on reality but do not be surprised if animals start talking because it is only loosely based on reality. And now to rap up this introduction that has been poorly written, I hope you enjoy what I write and comments made to correct my mistakes are always welcome because I know my grammar is horrible. Enjoy
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