“This Is Beauty.” A Short Tale Of All Things Beautiful.
This is a story that I wrote for my Writing Club. (You can see other similar such stories here.) When I was asked to write a piece on the subject of ‘beauty’ I didn’t know what to write about at first but then I went away to think and after a while I knew what it was I would write about; Nature!
I always knew the perfect ending. However, as the days went on and I wrote bit by bit, this ending was forgotten. And it was only when I’d finished writing it that I remembered. I thought about editing my writing but when I looked back at it I realized that my new ending was just as perfect and so I decided to keep it. This new ending flowed well because as I was writing it that’s just what came naturally. It was the new perfect.
I hope you like the ending too. So, here everyone, is a story of everything beautiful (if you hadn’t guessed!), enjoy! …
“This Is Beauty.”
by Hetty Monksea.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
You think about this as you wander through your garden. In one great swing you hoist yourself up into the Great Weeping Willow that is your watchtower. From here you can view all of your garden and most of the surrounding area. You like to come here every day to see how life fares in the Nature World.
In the distance you spot two, no, three buzzards mewing softly to each other. They are circling in on something; a mouse or even a hare perhaps. Every now and again they call out to each other saying where the prey has moved to. You love how each cry they utter is unique. You enjoy seeing them twist and turn with such grace, ease and elegance. There is so much beauty in these creatures, you think to yourself.
It is then that your attention is drawn to all the trees around the Willow. All the ashes, hazels, and hornbeams. And you see little clusters of birds clinging to the branches.
A banditry of tits chatter together excitedly. You also take note of a round of robins, a host of sparrows and a charm of goldfinches. Smiling, you whistle high and low in quick succession. The birds swivel their heads around and you giggle at their confusion. This last year you have been watching the birds in your garden very closely. You’ve taken note of their behavior and now know how to be around them with ease. You can tell them when you are coming and if they don’t hear well, then you can always Fox-walk.
You also know the hierarchy of the birds too. All the normal garden birds like wrens, and finches are the common folk. They just toil away most of the time but are in it together. Then the corvids plus pigeons and doves are the lords and ladies. They can be pompous, cheeky or powerful. And the predator birds like eagles and hawks are the true rulers of the sky. They are mighty or impressive and sometimes slightly evil.
You glance down from the Willow and notice a couple of frogs croaking energetically to each other. A smile slowly spreads across your face as you look at your guinea pigs run. They squeak and leap at odd moments as if they have hiccups. Then a yawning meow pulls you back from your thoughts.
A silver-grey cat is leaning towards you from over the fence that separates your garden from your neighbors. You recognize the cat because he’s yours. You’ve had him for at least four years now and he’s name is Fowler.
“Meow!” you call and stretch out your hand to him. He climbs up and sits on your lap comfortably.
“Don’t you think about it!” you warn as Fowler gazes sharply at the piggies run. He gently rolls his eyes and heavily falls asleep purring. As you stroke his soft and wispy fur you tenderly kiss his nose. You laugh inside as you think how beautiful he is but to his prey he must seem as fierce and ugly as hell. Sometimes it can be very hard to decide or define what is beautiful and what is not. And as you look all around you you know that there is one thing we can all agree is beautiful. And that is Nature. You then also catch sight of the pink glowing sun setting in front of you and the swelling yellow moon rising behind you. And you are so happy that you could explode with bliss.
The End!
