Just Hanging Out
“Hey guys. Just checking out the scene. No, no, really don’t mind me.”
This one is for Dennis.
This girl had been torpedoing my birds all evening. Cold weather breeds desperation among their kind. And when she eyed the weary pine siskin right out my kitchen window, perched on the feeder, unaware of both watching eyes, I meditated on natures course. Within moments it appeared. Or she appeared. And the pine siskin was of no more.