Eye have lived in your neighborhood a long time but only recently was granted the gift of sight. Being mute as well, for years eye sensed the world through sound, vibration and touch. Eye basked in the glory of summer heat waves when eye got so hot you couldn't touch me with bare skin. You may have even been able to fry an egg on me.
Eye would cool down in fall and my mood even mirrored the seasons getting icy in the winter. Eye'd laugh quietly to myself if you slipped and fell on a slick patch outside your home during a snowstorm. Perhaps you think eye'm mean. That eye really felt abandoned and alone and that's why eye wished people ill. But eye'm just a victim of my circumstances like everybody else.
For years eye felt like nobody appreciated me, they took me for granted. Other's walked all over me without giving me another thought. Not that being walked over hurt. Eye'm tough, you know. Tougher than any of you dear readers.
The crows were my friends. Well maybe friends is a strong word. They were aware eye was there and would sit with me and chat while they ate their small prey and vile garbage they so like to forage.
And one day, just like that, eye was bequeathed the gift of sight. The one who donated my good eye was a child. Don't feel sorry for her, she had dozens more. She didn't suffer from her gift. She, like the crows, knew eye was lonely and took pity on me.
To see the clouds in the sky for the first time, their billowy whiteness so beautiful eye would have shed tears if eye knew how! And the leaves in the trees! To see them all dance upon the slightest of breeze, to understand how that soft rustle is generated. Eye never imagined eye could be so happy.
Eye learned secret pleasures as well. Perhaps you will call me a pervert as eye find it titillating to peek up a lady's skirt. Shh, don't tell. Eye am harmless.
Of course opening my eye to the world, eye also learned just how low my place in it is. Over time eye became resentful of those who were free to roam about the beautiful world. My crow friends could just fly into the heavens with the clouds, while eye remained stuck down below.
Only the worms in the earth seemed lower than me, but but even they were free to move about and share camaraderie with one another in the rain while eye sat hopelessly staring up at the heavens watching large raindrops fall to earth and hit my face. Eye learned how it feels to cry.
Eye became sullen and looked forward to watching the misfortunes of others. A passerby trip and strain her ankle and limp away. A small child fall off their bicycle and cry. A paper bag of groceries rip and the contents tumble to the ground. Your pickle jar has broken and you will not enjoy their briny goodness that now runs down my cheek.
Ha, mere mortals you are. Eye will outlive you all!
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