Twitter Tales: Priorities
Jun. 4th, 2009 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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First time I held an axe was when mah father took me huntin’. Gave me on o’ his, old but sharpened near new.
Was winter then, an’ food was scarce enough everyone needed tah be out lookin’ fer it. Even iff’n they weren’ quite old enough.
Snow made more sound under our feet than dead leaves an’ branches. With everythin’ else so quiet, steps were louder’n breakin’ bones.
Ain’ no surprise the bear heard me first. I wasn’ able tah walk without lettin’ it hear, an’ it was hungry as we was.
That’s what I saw, when it ran at me: need too close tah home. Fer one moment, I couldn’ bring my axe up.
Right a’fore it reached me, I thought I saw it, the same recognition flashing back at me. Then my father’s arrow hit it in the side.
Weren’ no other choice when it ran fer him. The axe was strong as new, and the bear’s flank was hunger weak.
We ate well that night, an’ my mother made me a warm vest from the stripped hide we brought her.
Was years later a’fore I saw that look again. When Akirun gave off fightin’ me tah fight alongside me.
I’ve always wondered what sort o’ friend the bear woulda made iff’n we hadn’ needed tah eat so bad.
First time I held an axe was when mah father took me huntin’. Gave me on o’ his, old but sharpened near new.
Was winter then, an’ food was scarce enough everyone needed tah be out lookin’ fer it. Even iff’n they weren’ quite old enough.
Snow made more sound under our feet than dead leaves an’ branches. With everythin’ else so quiet, steps were louder’n breakin’ bones.
Ain’ no surprise the bear heard me first. I wasn’ able tah walk without lettin’ it hear, an’ it was hungry as we was.
That’s what I saw, when it ran at me: need too close tah home. Fer one moment, I couldn’ bring my axe up.
Right a’fore it reached me, I thought I saw it, the same recognition flashing back at me. Then my father’s arrow hit it in the side.
Weren’ no other choice when it ran fer him. The axe was strong as new, and the bear’s flank was hunger weak.
We ate well that night, an’ my mother made me a warm vest from the stripped hide we brought her.
Was years later a’fore I saw that look again. When Akirun gave off fightin’ me tah fight alongside me.
I’ve always wondered what sort o’ friend the bear woulda made iff’n we hadn’ needed tah eat so bad.