It was the performance of a lifetime. Thousands of people were in their bed sleeping. Every note rose blissfully from his mouth, starting deep in his lungs and throat. The birds at the bird feeder watched, dreaming of the sky and tree branches and the seed in their bellies.
434 miles away, the bobcat sat on a train, alone, thinking about the cash he had just made by selling his rights to The Great Dance in the Sky Forever Cakes to the guy. He didn't even know the guy's name. The $127 that rested in his over the shoulder bag rested comfortably in a slot made for such an amount of monies.
The guy sang and wept, watching the sun as the sun watched him, both of them weeping in perfect harmony.
As he finished, he took a bow. No one applauded. He waved to the invisibles, who were begrudgingly in attendance. The put on their polite faces and smiled at him, even though he couldn't see them.
He crawled back in bed with a bowl of oatmeal, spilling it on his sheets.
posted: February 24 @ 5:35am