Monday, April 13

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A True Story

There's a bird pecking on my picture window, trying desperately to get in.

Peck, peck, peck.

He keeps smacking his wings against the window as he flutters his wings. From time to time he falls off the ledge onto the soft grass, bounces across the lawn as if he meant to do it, sheesh! And he fiddles around in the grass looking for a snack.

Smack, smack, smack.

I think it must hurt to beat his head and wings against the window, so. There is not a giant bowl of birdseed on my table inside, or a wriggling worm. Nothing worthwhile in here to tempt him in. Perhaps he is just curious about the difference. Still he keeps trying.

Peck, peck, peck.

Very metaphoric, don't you think?

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