The Exquisite Duet: the Canary and the Goldfinch

Courtesy to JMWWBlog

The-duetquisite Duet (formerly Exquisite Quartet) is not so much a composition between two writers, but rather something created within the murky midlands of each author’s mind, yet set off by the same first sentence. Meg Tuite chooses two writers each month and gives them a first sentence to start with and a 250-word limit to finish an exquisitely mesmerizing story or poem. These duet-dueling writers will craft two completely different cosmos that have rotated, pitched, and blasted from the depths of their cerebral cortex to the twitching nerve endings of their digits onto dueling keyboards and separate screens until their sublime duet is prepared to see the light of an audience.

At first,  when I read the paragraph above, from JMWWBLOG, it came in my mind, to  talk about a duet,  an opera singer, and a songwriter or poet, singing together, in a duo on stage, like Pavarrotti, Andrea Bocelli, then it’s too common, I thought that a duo singing for fundraising, or for some cause or another. Then, it strikes me to the core of the morrow, we I heard a mullet, the bird gender of  the canary and the goldfinch couple  singing. In a split second, I put me back on track  in the gist of the matter.

Certainly not, that’s the canary bird is endangered for now_ but, for instance, and as most of the rare species; It is. Just by paying a little attention to today’s news, you will be surprised by the multitude and simultaneity of some weird phenomenons happening, now and then; whales that came to die on sea shores periodically, in Australia, thousands of birds found fallen from the sky, frozen dead, in America, and so on. What I would like to say, here, in aparte, besides, that the canary has been praised since the belle epoch of Des Annees-Folles_Coco Chanel, the caged bird, and cigarettes pipes, which accessories were synonym of a certain elegance. Modestly, on another register, and few latitudes under, nonetheless, the Goldfinch was devoted in to the same etiquette of elegance and esthetics.

Put it together; few decades later, by accident, dame nature, certainly , and Man ingeniously, successes in breeding different species that gave a mullet, a gender that alleys beauty and elegance with a unique chant that mingle both of the two birds singing, alternatively in crescendo. Then, the enjoyment for the new pet grown up with time, and so the demand went along, to the point that the goldfinch male bird became vulnerable and more endangered. Period


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I am an autodidact writer, and enough of an artist, to draw upon my imagination_I can't pretend here, to imitate Einstein's expression, nor to profess having enough knowledge of that sort, credit is, where credit is due, noblety obliged, nor to build equations, or quest forlost gravity, still, having this audacity to emitate Mr. Einstein one's expression is a crime of Lese-majeste, and to not being an imbued person, first, pardon my intrusive Introduction, but isn't it imitating someone, the same as, like of gardening and planting coliflowers? Maybe Orchids... Secondo, I just have borrowed his quote _"knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world ", for the pumps and circumstance, and just for the sake blogging, put it that way down to paper, and to fancy make an old dream of mine comes true, perhaps one day, and if time permitting, a would-be a writer and having enough ingredients for writing prose and possibly poetry _Thankful always to my reader for stopping by, and To all the followers: Thank you for following my blog, regularly, and by your likes on my posts, you're encouraging me each time, to persist and strive to do better for blogging than the sensational, and to take the risk to be boring sometimes ; please send me your feeds Thanks you again extra large for your patience _Modestly speaking: _Inspirational Dr. Seuss's quote: _“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.” ― Dr. Seuss

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