Prediction and Purity

Swan CCC7

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

At the periphery of the lake was the feeding area. A rectangular patch of land paved over and four nicely decorated lamp posts erected at each corner. This was where Venky and Ash found their ‘Tipsy’.  On a cool evening with a welcome breeze caressing their faces, the duo, while sauntering around the park, stumbled upon this wonderful milky white bird slowly and unsteadily waddling about.

“It’s funny that a bird so unmatched in elegance while gliding on water is so ungainly while trotting on land.” Ash exclaimed before instantaneously baptizing the swan ‘Tipsy.’

Today all alone, with collars hitched up as protection against a blustery weather, Venky tossed some grains at Tipsy. “She won’t be back Tipsy. Unlike us she is a bird not amenable to prediction. A real Black Swan.” Tipsy was too preoccupied with the grains to either hear him or to see his tears.

(Word Count: 148)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #7 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.