When To Fly Away
the yard to the new bird feeder. You thought it would never hang at just the right height to please him. You kicked the ground with the toe of your tennis shoe. Then, every once in awhile, you would bend down and snare a weed growing between the bricks of the walk that crisscrossed the lawn. You broke the weeds off at the surface, knowing they would be back again soon. To him, this yard was a miniature
His eyelid began to flutter a bit, and he said that this buffet was only for blackbirds, that no other birds would dare come. Ever. And then he smiled, and when he did, his lid stopped fluttering. It was a frightening thing.
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