If only these windows would open I could have killed so many birds!
The morning started well enough. Human put food in the bowl again and the water fountain continued its eternal pouring. I felt a slight chill and moved to the front window for warmth. Bird after bird landed in the tree not four feet from my perch. Repeatedly I hissed and batted at the window to no avail. The birds came and went, unaware of presence, power, and ferocity of will. Then the humans returned, turned on the television, and gazed at their phones until they fell asleep.
Sprinkles
1/4/20251 min read
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