Monday, March 9, 2015

How Are Living Things Built?




"My father stooped to my level, his eyes glad, 
My mother had names for some and could recognize them by the way they walked
Now I realized how much leaving them had cost me.
through the vast, dirty kitchen, and out the back door. As I started I saw that it must be a paradise.
easy exit.
Pigeons will nest in trees, but they don't like it. Their large sloppy nests fall out of the branches at the first good wind.
the male brings his motley collection
the female sits inside the chosen place
devoted parents care about their nesting place more than anything. And I could see that they simply watched my approach, craning their necks this way and that to get a better look at me.
'Hello,' I called softly"
I felt better than I had in a long time. I was going to like this place. "