the wind was really rocking 

                              the hummingbird feeders swayedswangtorquedtwisted it was some kind of breeze working the gangway between his neighbours privacy fence and his house

there were better than a maddozen feeding made him think of Rodney King ‘92 Can’t we all just get along? off to a side at an uncontested feeder who knew why one little bugger was beginning to show green gills they penetratedpresented through his brilliant emerald feathers redthroat

haplessly he tossed a wing to the glass cylinder that held turbulent undyed sugar water  then the other and leaned heavily against ithe could relate he spent a year at sea

                                                           although he enjoyed the violent stormsrode the bow ran a rope through a shackle he bolted to the railing he was having too much fun to be troubled or nauseated by seasickness even the time when he slippedwas working his way back to the cabin where someone blew their guts  it hadnt washed away was still warm  the only bothersome thing was that the mess looked like shit-on-a-shinglelooked like the creamed chippedbeef breakfast Cookie made and was immensely proud of freakin tasty  it made him think of his father-in-law and wife who seriously devoured Stouffer’s

Poor lil guy

              he watched him push off the glass turn aroundwobble a bit clutch the perch with his toes blow his meal a slick silver thread that coiledbriefly in the dirt then was absorbedcovered by loose dirt brokenbits of drieddead leaves

Poor lil guy

             he gathered himself wiped his bill with a wing turned around began eating again like a game Roman returned from the vomitorium misconception or not to delicious to deny

 

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