I watched as projectile stone crashed against glass.
I still remember the sounds: laughter as the youths rolled by on their bicycles having hit their target; the inevitable crack.
Their pleasure was my pain.
Sadly I leaned over and picked up a shard of glass from the path where it fell.
I reported the incident, but to no avail – not enough money in the kitty for a repair, or so I was told.
The vandals got their way.
But that turned out to be a good thing. You see, this morning, as I walked by the lamp post, I looked up at the blossoms and noticed that there was an argument going on overhead. At least I think it was an argument. The little birds looked as if they disagreed about something or other, though for the life of me I couldn't figure out what it was. Probably a little squabble of the type families have at home, I decided. And that was when it hit me: this was their home. For a family of little birds, the lamp post provided shelter. In the midst of a row of trees, its location was perfect. And the break in the pane of glass served as an entrance. How glad I was that my request for a repair had been dismissed! And how grateful I was for unintended consequences.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Box canvas
Size: 16.14" x 20.08" x 0.59" (depth); 41cm x 51cm x 1.5cm (depth)
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