My latest find. Forgotten on the pavement, scratched and downtrodden, faded and slightly grubbied by the elements and time - my little bird. My little green bird.
Picking her up I popped her in my pocket and brought her home with me. I don't know how long she'll stay around, it isn't fair to keep something against its will, but she's mine for the moment and that's enough.
And when she wants to move on? Well, all she has to do is fly away. I just hope she leaves her whistle in my head.
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ReplyDeleteI've been allowed to keep birds before. They always move on, looking for the warmer climes or better seed - no problem. I enjoyed their song for a while and after they've gone I can always whistle to myself. Peep peep.
DeleteMessage to me: Pucker up your lips and blow...parp-parp.
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ReplyDeleteah i love this little bird....hope she flys my way
me too, I almost stepped on her.
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