Saturday, December 24, 2011

I broke a bird today, just for you, dear.


  1. Really? Is it a pretty little present with a bow on top? Or did you act like the cat, and drop it at my front doorstep?

    my doorstep's rather cluttered these days. Blood and feathers and bone and footprints, possibly even some rose petals and tears.

    There may be no room for your birdy's broken neck.

  2. i believe you underestimate the degree to which i broke it, madam

  3. Are there pieces here, there, and everywhere?

    On the ceiling, on the floor, in the garden and on the windows and the back door?

    I must confess, I'd like to see this mess you've made.