Lullaby of Birdland III

Note: Featuring a first time split between the AAA and the BAA elements in the Birdsong. Opening with Above Average Aves(AAA) lyrics to Cats musical tune/s: —

Pa Cavity Pa Cavity there’s no one like Pa Cavity
Like the Ma before him
levitation makes a fakir stare
When scene-of-the-crime squad shows
Pa Cavity aint there!

Below Average Aves(BAA, and sound deeper, rougher, a spoof) reply: —

Hee-hee hah-hah.. once a ginger cat
he was very tall and thin but
de trooth is dese days
dat mind and body gorn caved right in

Blackbird got the tipoff when the fly in the pie unravelled to tell of his big mate - Go (blowfly) - who had been around Pa Cavity at the latter’s spot in the mall. Time was getting short so BB raced down there

BB: Getta to the point.!

Go: I am, I am. Cat, riight. Fatcat—dat’s de point. From that spot o’ his in the mall he makes like he’s the sol in solar!

BB: [ with big, mostly false, laugh ] Cream hah?

Go: And, and..

BB: So.. one more time.. what issit ya gonna tell me?

Go: Toldya! Yeah, I was there but I was sniffin out back.. you know what I mean.. I aint gravy train, I’m meat..see.

BB: [ darting forward with a mean beak ] - Want more sniffin, hah, or you’re my meat. Now you gottan hour to fix a time and place fo’ me and this cat.

[ BG: with BB - My threat worked. He got the message this-was-this and that-was-that time. The place was the Blue Poll whose occupier vacated for our meetup. It was on Hedge in the big shady birch neighborhood. I arrived early. First to check out safety. BP’s suggestion of a hedgetop foothold was good. My beady eye had a whole sweep of the surrounds. No furry foe was making a move on me before I was up and outta there. So, in settling to it, I began thinking about the ‘three’ Go had mentioned. Then, suddenly, outta the sky there’s a whizz and a wham right past me. The nearest of misses I do declare. Till sight of this cat hits the alley with a splat! And I’m looking up.. and around.. and all over the ground.. saying to myself.. the birch, I never thought o’ that—the dirty sneakin’ cat. That’s when I heard the BAA break out singing.. as we all watched this cat drag sore limbs and a swish-swish one real mad tail.. ]

hee-hee  hah-hah .. once a
ginger cat very tall and thin
Now jus’ a coupla lives left
then you bet it’s in the bin

PA: Once hah! Yoo aves, yoo aint no fans o’ mine. Get this then—I’m the hidden paw!

BAA — All paw an’ no claw!

PA: Fun-nee.. he-he..

Blackbird(BB): Hello there, glad you could make it.. even with the quelle surprise. Happy Birthday!

PA: Yoo! Yoo, yoo dirty rotten—what didya say, birthday, my birthday, how didya know? Go jus’ said it was a happy returns event.

BB: Mine too, see.

PA: Yours, birthday? I don’t believe this!

BB: Believin’ true is a good thing to do.

PA: [ remorseful ] Yeah. But I nearly er.. hit you. Hey, bird, er blackbird.. look, about before I’m sorry if I er..er—

BB: You frightened yourself more than you frightened me.

PA: [ sitting back down after hindleggin’ for a closer looksee ] A pair of archers.. well blow me down..!

BAA: hee-hee and hah-whatever — All paw an’ no claw — Go blew him down widda fevva.

PA: [ waving his paw at them in the tree ] - Okay Blackbird this is what we do.

BB: Shoot!

PA:
3 coups,
for starters the coup of two,
following on the coup of one,
then, spinning on the head of a dime,
de coup yo’ fatcat done

AAA:

All the world’s a stage,
Anima actors in it
Pa Cavity an olde time rage
Makes the Big Cred winnit

BAA: hee-hee — hear them croon — shaky-shaky-shaky-spear—

PA: [ screams ] Shuddup! Dat’s better. Listen BB I gotta go soon. Next time.. well the AAA I can take, cut the rabble. We’ll do the coup of two an’ what started this whole thing off at the mall and then.. then move fast—

BAA: All paw and no claw—

PA leapt up and took off suddenly, BAA scattered, just as suddenly he stopped and looked back to BB with a fiendish grin saying: They’ll nevah gettit, not inna muntt o’ sparras. I mean what’s the use o’ claws when its only paws you need to dance on the heads o' snakes!!

Which won over the AAA and heard them close out with with a soft rendition of Blackbird bye bye ...

Watch this space..

Lullaby of Birdland II

I believe for every drop
of rain that falls
A flower knows—

At which point Blackbird saw the Above-Average Aves (AAA) mouths gape when a Great Spotted Kiwi let rip unintended rudeness at this year end’s bird bash. Shrilling: Holely fevver—there’s a fly in this pie!!

Blackbird listened. Fly.? pie.? How strange. Better take a closer look..

Bird Talk: [ Mix AAA and BAA(Below-Average Aves) ]

    Dead or alive..? Dunno.. Assit got wings? Course it’s got wings, yer gormless—flies got wings—Shuddup! Listen ta GSK willyer.. says there’s only one wing. Which one. ? de right one. Yeah riight.. gottabe right then, eh. Hang on, he’s coming to.. Now then what’s the story fly? Who are ya and where ya frum??

[ BG: With keen eyes compensating for BB's lack of beak patently clear was a quivering frightfull sight before them. No way was the fly about to answer such sharp-looking curiosity. Not one to normally do so, BB pushed himself to the front where he might peer directly into the fly's eye. ]

BB: — Talk to me. Only me, fly. I’ll call you OneWing, that all right. Good. In the circumstances in which you find yourself, appropriate, too. Well now, OneWing, would you kindly explain fly in a pie. How clever, or otherwise, is that? Were you in for a feed or seeking food status? Take your time… in your own words s’il vous plait..

In the course of this OW‘s quivering ceased and it tried to step from a pie gravy pool into which it had fallen. BB’s words were calming but the french bit really impressed. Here was a class act.. OW thought.. a culture king.. a.. a someone to talk to.. mebbe he could do better than talking himself out of a paper bag… mebbe..

OW: [ sotto voce ] — I was at the mall wiv me mates, sir. Yeah, working the tables like. One minute I’m round the plates.. on the tables.. the next I’m on the wall.. the mall wall. Great place to be.. sunning yoursell fru skylights. And that’s when I-spied it.. this pie. Well, usually I’d tippem orf, see. But er… somehow I couldn’t.. there was hundreds of em. Big prob wiv flies.. too many of us!

BB: Hot pie.. cold pie? And how couldn’t they see it before you?

OW: Cooling, sir, cooling-to-cold axshally. From where I was on the wall, see. Then there was a napkin over it. Someone had taken orf in hurry, you know what people are.

BB: So you flew down and crawled in through a hole, did you?

OW: Correct, sir. Mind you, just one thing, sir. Flies don’t crawl nowhere. I stepped into this pie fru the big hole. Front door if you er care to er.. see it my way. Nuffink wrong wiv dat. I mean, sir, you and me, weez honorable anima. Sure, our tribe says it’s better risk management to be a mall fly than outside wiv aves after us all the time, but we all do a good job in there. Clearing up is about efficiency innit. And face it, how often would any one of us get a go at the whole pie?

BB: Take your point. So.. let me see… mind if I bring in our Great Spotted on this.. Good. Well, what do you reckon GSK? Your pie, too. Are we looking at error of judgement..? And/or honorable action for which DISINTERESTED PARTY DETERMINATIONS are necessary? Thus said, by which assumed right ought we compris this, accept the I and myty or the more common— Yes?

GSK: WYSIWYG for me. Diss pie fell offa truck. Diss fly lost a wing in a dark lark. Deserved! Innit for the meat, got the gravy. Intended leaving nothing for anyone but a crust. Hard crust at that.

Bottom Line: From mall to bird bash. What else overheard.? One thing for sure the ‘hidden paw’ is not a bird…

Watch this space.

Lullaby of Birdland - I

This opening episode first appeared early November at a site which today I learned appears not to sustain my kind of blogging. qv the header description above.  I have adjusted the date for here below to enable sensible sequence retention.  I have cut out further comments to the first two episodes. So with the kind facility available at blogger we are here. With episode 3 also. Enjoy!

Morning has Broken
Blackbird has Spoken
Like the First Bird …

Singing how kiwis appear to have lost clear markers of what is what.. in and for their General Election Campaign 2011.

No, not talking tape, or “covert recordings”, or what’s innit, what issent, that’s over to the authorities.. now!

Am talking judgement, in respect of which supposed authority has come to dictate what kiwi voters shall think without itself first setting example. Leadership.

Result of the kerfuffle is that among Above-Average Aves the overall electorate’s determination is between the I-and-myty principals of i-parties and more communal democratic principles.

Blackbird listened. This one can because born with a short beak defect he takes too much of the family’s time finding grub to grow on, so siblings get a go. BB’s on comms. First attribute a keen listener.

First listen: the PM telling journos “I think this is (serious)… my view is..”

Bird talk:

    Is the I personal..? — Is the my personal..? individual, legal individual thattis.. or Prime Ministerial.??? — Commander-in-grief stuff? — Yersh! Gotta point there BB — Whaddat ? — Law’s personal.. re rights.. to personal privacy, see — ministerial is ministerial — meaning it aint personal? — See what I mean? They do it on the job, all day, every day, paid more to do more, gettit? — Look, we could squawk all day and only end up with supper from BB. Ministers get more ta give more..

[ BG: BB figured hearing a minister on this.. waited for the boomer for transport with a gal's name because round here folks reckon a road bridge on the local highway has gotten the best surface its ever had, making for less bump-roused roosts in the night, less wear and tear tires, springs and longer life vehicles with fewer bills—as far as all concerned meaningful sustainable VALUES to trump paperweight "cost/benefit" $ pro-and-con blah blah]

Second listen: the minister of transport pertinently answering the-mister-in-between on radio’s MR this morning: No. Look, “the PM ” has …

Thattafact!

Not I – not (for him) sensibly possible: not my – again not (for him) sensibly possible: but PM — definitively ministerial of the first kind.

Birdsong:

Something or others have gotten misplaced and badly used here: what is serious about it amounts to more than the D-word in the john in Auk land. And misuse of the kiwis’ proxy. It adds from the fact of the presumption that meeting a non-parliamentary private citizen allows the top parliamentary office holder to shed public responsibilities and obligations attendent that Office.

Bottom line: Shall the I-and-myty princi-pals be allowed dump democratic principles.. With impunity??

Watch this space..