Wednesday, 1 August 2018

Moleskine Pages- Birdsong

He spoke in bursts of birdsong...short notes of joy and misery. I fed him seed, worms and balls of bacon fat. The local crows saw through him. He was a fake...I only wish they'd shared this information...I would have flown away.

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