Saturday, May 2, 2009

Overheard sublime

Walking Parker through the neighborhood, I heard what I took to be a little girl howling, playing at being a wolf or an unhappy dog. As we approached, I saw her leaning over the wall at the edge of her porch, making a whole range of high-pitched uncomfortable sounds. Warbling might be one word for it, but that sounds too melodic.

A woman, maybe an aunt or a grandmother sat on the porch steps helping the girl with her imaginings.

She was saying, "Oh, how beautiful! Oh! My fairy princess! How I love to hear her sing! What a beautiful voice!"

The girl kept going, "Ahhhrooooooooooooh!!!!!" never getting hung up on silly things like pitch.


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