Wednesday, 10 April 2013

A robin

I observed a robin through the window. He sat still and feather-puffed on the sill, waiting for the rain to cease. Ever so slowly I approached until nothing separated us but the glass. I was inside, he was out; we were in two different worlds, observing each other, wondering.

Then he flew away.

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By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach. ~Winston Churchill

Smart guy.