birds
his daughter didnt like them
little hummers were okay
Preeetty.
they spooked
easy
spooked them every chance she
had
despite
seeing how they flocked to him as he fed them sometimes three dozen on five feeders
he
was in his element
an experimental shoulder surgery to regrow cartilage
sidelined him a year
he fed
hummingbirds
such was the
extent of his helpfulnesswhat he could
do
she didnt like them
although she loved her red feathered boa pranced around the house in it
sometimes forgetting to clothe herself
otherwise
the boa didnt shithave talonssharp
beaks
she didnt like
their coalblack unreflecting eyes
didnt care for their noncommittal
expressions
nothing
to tip her off what they were thinking
I’m sorry . . . she paused I shouldn’t say I don’t trust them. They look
as if they’d just as soon claw you bite you peck your eyes out . . as not.
God knows they'll shit on you.
Yacan’t trust someonesomebody who will shit on you.
a mouthful from an eight years
old he couldnt pin that on his wife
However unless he interrupted you
negotiate a price first
she laughed
then said You can’t negotiate with a bird, Papa. sipping her hot chocolate looked up over the
marshmallow foam some on her upper lip
Or bird-like people.
Wise he nodded
nevertheless shame on him he may have introduced her a bit too early to Alfred Hitchcocks
The Birds
Sunday, 11 5.
06
0707PM
preferred, Thursday – Thanksgiving, 28 11.
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