Lucian’s Journey

There once was a small bird, His name was Lucian. He lived in a forest. Yeah, just a fucking forest. It was sometimes referred to as the “Acorn Forest”, but that wasn’t its real name. Lucian was 5 months old. He barely had feathers. I had never seen something so ‘New’ in my life. I went closer before the mom made me realize to leave. So I hike the trails with my dad some more. I found this almost dried up creak with a water fall. I hate Fuckin snails. And I was pretty sure there were fucking snails at the water falls. So a had to leave. I came back the shadow’s edge of the deep wood trails to find Lucian hopping along the trail. I had to step on a gardener snake to get to him. That things almost bit me, if I didn’t get my foot up off it in time. This thing hiss like it wanted to shatter my skull, eat my brains and digest me into a inside out in some ellipsistical form. I rubbed my hands on some dirt and grass before I picked him up, to avoid getting a human scent on him. Lucian was too exhausted from running from the snake to do anything about it. Obviously the mother had let it go, and Lucian didn’t stand a chance against the forest alone. We walked back toward the trail. I realized we were walking in the direction of His nest, but I didn’t know what else to do. I walked slow. Almost silently as I gently lay each foot down upon the twigs. I got him back into his nest. Before the mother noticed me. The other birds started chirping so I bolted, when I immediately saw blood on my hand. I didn’t notice because the temperature of is blood was the same as mine. I hadn't realized the snake had already bitten Him. The mother was back in the nest for a few seconds before I heard her screech. (These events took place in Cottage Grove, 09/24/1989. Roughly.)