I was sitting outside in my garden porch when I looked ahead towards the window on one of my walls. I saw two black specks on the electric wire doing a sort of jamboree. As I strained it seemed to me that the birds were having a deep discussion. What could it be ?
We’re to they talking about the color on the wall and how they liked the scent of the bricks. Was it the blue sky it’s vast expanse their playground a topic of discussion. Or was it just the next meal .. I heard a flutter and as I mused myself to my afternoon imaginations before going into a siesta the birds had flown far away.