Friday, December 9, 2011
THE BIRD WHO CAME TO DINNER
He came for the honey and the sugar and the soft rich heap of freshly baked bread, just come out of the oven moments ago. He stood there by the window ledge for some time. Trying to hide his intense interest in it all. Trying to seem disinterested and not all that hungry. And all the while, peeking at the goings on out of the corner of his eye. Waiting to be properly invited..
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