Mara | Sublime
I was walking home from school a few days ago. I take this trip everyday and don't see anything that would be sublime or other. I was in between an apartment complex and a wall, when I looked down and saw a bird. It was dead, lying in the grass. The reason why this bird was so sublime was it had beautiful yellow feathers on its chest. The color wasn't something you would find in nature. Nature has browns and greens, not bright yellow on something that is usually earth colored. It was almost a floresent yellow, it also had a little hit of green in it. It's ashame that this bird was dead because he was most likely so beautiful when he was alive.
posted by MaraLefler | 11:19 AM
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If you want, you can go back and fix the typos in this entry before I actually grade it.
I have a hard time finding sublime in a dead bird, despite the brilliant color. Partly because I have a hate of dead animals, and partly because, well, my sister used to read this book to us as children. I can never see a dead bird without laughing, kinda ruins any sublime tendencies there might have been. I'm glad that you aren't as calloused as me, and that you can identify the sublime, even in death.
I'm guessing that the bird was absoutely gorgeous when it was alive. If the color was as beautiful as you say it was, the bird would have been magnificent! They are wonderful creatures.
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