Pooper’s gone and I miss her already. I decided she was a
she without googling pics of pigeon anatomy.
She had fallen off the window ledge where her mother had
built her nest, into the bushes below, either because of excessive fidgeting or
because she was attacked by a predator. And my daughter happened
to be among the witnesses to this tragic fall.
My daughter, one of two daughters, to whom I had refused ownership of dogs, cats, mice, squirrels – sentient creatures of any size and shape. Not even plants, for that matter.
(Commitment issues.)
My daughter, one of two daughters, to whom I had refused ownership of dogs, cats, mice, squirrels – sentient creatures of any size and shape. Not even plants, for that matter.
(Commitment issues.)
