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Little Miracles December 31, 2012

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Fortin Street, The Odd, The Typist, Toulouse Street.

It is raining starling shit on the sidewalk in front of my house as I sit and smoke a cigarette.

At first I have no idea what these black berry-like things are raining from the sky. I pick one up. It is a little smaller than a coffee bean but about the same shape a color. I look up, and see birds ranged along the overhead wires. I step out into the street to be sure of the bird and the ones above me take flight to the right in a widershins spiral, and their brethren in the tree just up the street lift off to my left in a clockwise helix until they merge into two intersecting whorls of chattering birds. I watch them until the hypnotic black kaleidoscopic shrinks into a vanishing point.

I sit down to finish my cigarette.

I love my block.


1. sarajacobelli - December 31, 2012

Ooh, raining starling shit! That’s gotta be an auspicious start to da new year, dahlin.

My Aunt Ruthie was always saying bird poop was good luck, and we were gonna win the numbers and come into some money whenever a bird pooped on the car windshield, or on our coats or, best yet, on our heads.

So far, lots of bird poop over the years, and no money yet. But maybe in 2013, with this fancy rain berry starling shit???


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