Flap-flap, phoooooooo. Flap-flap-flap, phoooooooo. The crow rides the currents. Screech and trill of the bluejay recalls pulling in the clothesline. Yellow dot swoops in flight to land upon the topmost branch of a big old maple that’s bursting forth with spring yellow growth–why didn’t he pick the red one, do you suppose?
Living things all have much in common to teach to and learn from each other.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology