Sat on the deck, in the sun, 35 degrees F, while Fluff patrolled the estate. A flock of small songbirds landed in a tree and reminded me of summer songs. What kind of bird? I don't know. Do you?
They were small songbirds. Like miniature robins, pretty sparrows, maybe a brand new type of bird. They had brown backs, creamy breasts, and pinky-orange necks. They sang complicated songs about worms, heat, and flowers. They flew off in a rush, things to do, seeds to seek.
They were small songbirds. Like miniature robins, pretty sparrows, maybe a brand new type of bird. They had brown backs, creamy breasts, and pinky-orange necks. They sang complicated songs about worms, heat, and flowers. They flew off in a rush, things to do, seeds to seek.
