8/3: Appreciation

Salut,

Other day, Beans kept reminding of interest in birds. Today, I was apologetic for punching Beans in face so brought present - a Pigeon.

While waiting to bring Pigeon inside porch, I got hungry and Ripped The Beast’s Heart Out. However, bird heart not digest so I vomit. Barbe Rouge will enjoy cleaning vomit later. I was only giving Beans a favor, not him.

To my surprise, Beans was upset for unknown reason. With all his incessant negative squeaking and chirping about the bird, I quickly lost interest and vowed to not give presents further more. No appreciation.

Nevertheless, another soul enters the Dead Marshes never to return. I roll on damp mud to compact soil and quicken skeletal transition to organic matter. One day, this marshy garden will be as beautiful as me.

Such funeral processions remind me of excerpt from poem “Les Roses de Saadi” by fellow Frenchman Merceline Desbordes-Valmore:

Respires-en sur moi l’odorant souvenir.

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Breathe in the fragrant memory.

Pigeon is faint memory and yet provides nutrients for my fragrant blooming flowers. In distant future, my descendants will unearth thy created fossils and my legacy shall remain.

For I am Lé Toots and I make Kittens cry.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots