This morning, while driving through the Sepulveda Pass, I looked up to see what looked like a baby dragon flying overhead. Big wings, long thin tail. I suppose, given that this is LA afterall, it is possible that I was looking at some sort of movie prop. But given the lack of the normal annoyances that come with filming (namely blocked off roads and sidewalks; seriously don’t even get me started on how much I hate that aspect of hollywood) I’m going to guess that it’s more likely that I was looking at a large bird with a snake in its claws.
This immediately reminded me of the Laurie Anderson song from which this post takes its title. Of course about half a mile later (what? you don’t measure time in miles?) I realized that song was about an eagle and a weasel. But in a city this big I’ll let my wildlife song references have a little leeway.
Like in that Annie Dillard book
Where she sees that eagle
With the skull of a weasel
Hanging from its neck
And here`s how it happened, listen.
Eagle bites the weasel.
Weasel bites back They fly up to nowhere.
Weasel keeps hangin` on.