This week's Illustration Friday prompt is "Music." My contribution may be a bit "normal" and lacking my usual weirdness. Nonetheless, it is the season of returning juncos and white-throated sparrows to the feeder, with their recognizable songs of winter. Two days ago, I went for a walk in the neighboring park. It is hunting season, so parts of the park are wisely closed to hiking. On a "safe" trail, I heard the autumn bird chorus silenced by the report of not so distant gunfire. And then followed with a new birdsong: alarm, beware, look out.
Music soothes. It is the "food of love." It takes us away. But for some, it is the way we claim territory in a world of never ceasing competition for real estate. It is both the alarm and the all okay. It is the song of something fragile, striving to be heard even as it struggles not to be seen. I feel ya', little birdy. Even though it is my kind with the firearms, I often feel that competing urge to proclaim and hide away in the same gesture.