Herbert & Isle

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HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
The spokes and springs that propelled his legs echoed through the trees.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
The sound had followed him. On and on.
Many had seen him on his way. None had thought to approach him.
His sounds were strange and his size was daunting. So they stood and watched instead.
Would he care if they did? Did he feel at all?
He'd never stopped to look.
He probably never even saw them there.
He just kept on walking.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
The sound always behind him.
Alone he walked. To the watchers, forever.
A bucket of bolts, sailing on a sound.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
A few of them were curious. They followed him for a while, it wasn't hard to do.
They had to stop to rest sometimes.
He did not, of course.
But when they awoke they just had to listen.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
And they were soon beside him again.
They thought he would come upon something soon, but he seemed to just keep on going.
Through the forest.
On and on.
Until, eventually, the trees were gone.
The birds were beat, they couldn't go on.
"We can't follow him without the trees." They said, "Where on earth would we sleep?"
They tweeted and argued for hours.
Accompanied by the fading sound.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
They made up their mind. They were going to leave.
"Forget it." They said, "It's just a thing".
They left with the sun.
And Herbert was alone.
He was used to the nights, alone in the dark. It was how it had always been.
The light returned. It always did. And soon, so too would they.
He waited for their chirps, their tweets, and their squawks.
They kept him on his feet.
But as the day wore on, and the light began to fade, there was only the sound.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
Where are you?
He wondered.
He wandered.
On,
and on,
and on.
He came to a halt some time later, he never counted the days.
He'd heard no birds.
Only the sound.
HISH
kuuuuur
HISH
kuuuuur
He was tired of it now, so he made it stop.
Alone he stood, in silence.
The sun flew by, over and over,
before he made his choice.
With a long
hiiiiiiiiish
and short hard
KUR
He turned and returned,
towards the trees again.
It took him some time, but he was at them again, he could hear them shake in the breeze.
Again, he stopped,
and for the first time he looked,
at where he'd finally come.
Sat there in the tree, farthest from the rest, sat a bird, sleeping, alone.
Herbert stood.
And Herbert stared.
Until finally, Isle awoke.


 

Created: Apr 14, 2014

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