<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;">Thank you, you really made my day. And of course it's a mockingbird ^_^ --- Christof M. Bradford <christof.bradford@gmail.com> schrieb am Do, 4.8.2011: <blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin-left: 5px; padding-left: 5px;"> Von: Christof M. Bradford <christof.bradford@gmail.com> Betreff: [Mkguild] Marginally Canon Scene for my Story Arc An: "Metamor ML" <mkguild@lists.integral.org> Datum: Donnerstag, 4. August, 2011 18:39 Uhr <div class="plainMail">-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 This scene likely happens sometime in May of CR 708. "Fear of the Fur" It was a busy Friday night at the Deaf Mule.  Keepers of all sorts were enjoying the fine food offered by Donny and his staff as they shared stories of the previous week's events. Dinners and story-telling were brought to a sudden halt when a mockingbird Keeper hopped into the musician's pit and grasped the harp's frame with his taloned feet.  He flexed his wings and, setting his wingclaws on the strings, began to pluck forth a tortured, primal melody. o/~ No flock have I this bird flaps alone And when I fly under the stars At night or weaving 'twixt the trees As the day begins to dim My hopes for life they grow slim Eyes that shine leaves rub 'gainst fur Fear of the fur, fear of the fur I have a constant fear that cat or dog's Always near Fear of the fur, fear of the fur Shining eyes glistening teeth Always there Have you run your talons down the wall And have you felt your feathers crawl When you're searching for the torch? Sometimes when you're scared To take a look At the corner of the room You've sensed a hungry eye's Watching you Have you ever been alone at night Thought you heard pawsteps behind And turned around and no one's there? And as you quicken up your pace You find it hard to look again Because you're sure sharp teeth're Waiting there Sharing the night telling campfire tales Debating fur 'gainst feather and scale The unknown troubles on your mind Maybe your mind is playing tricks You sense, and suddenly eyes fix On dancing shadows from behind Fear of the fur, fear of the fur I have a constant fear that cat or dog's Always near Fear of the fur, fear of the fur Shining eyes glistening teeth Always there When I'm flying under the stars I am a bird who flaps alone ~\o When the last note faded away, the avian musician's efforts were greeted with stunned silence. - -- I have an old tome.  A tome bound of flesh and scribed in blood.  It holds many secrets, secrets for you to reveal. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: GnuPG v1.4.11 (GNU/Linux) iEYEARECAAYFAk4653gACgkQHALdyeHOB6eAxACgrZcuQ1ajgj78rq1THXAaKbyN E2MAoIxxWivMVO79lSSRPM/OANiWnPI+ =ikHD -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- _______________________________________________ MKGuild mailing list <a ymailto="mailto:MKGuild@lists.integral.org" href="/mc/compose?to=MKGuild@lists.integral.org">MKGuild@lists.integral.org</a> <a href="http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild" target="_blank">http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild</a> </div></blockquote></td></tr></table> !DSPAM:4e3b003c168741804284693!