photo via pinterest.
every year she came. she would sit there in the tree, jerking her head left and right, as though waiting for a predator. and when no one came, she would flutter about, searching for food.
it is the coldest winter montana was experiencing. the calendar says today is december 21. i go outside.
she isn't there.
i sit by my window coffee in my hand, and wait. slowly, slowly, a black shadow appears.
she is back.
cold and frail, but back.
p.s. i adore this signature. :)
it is the coldest winter montana was experiencing. the calendar says today is december 21. i go outside.
she isn't there.
i sit by my window coffee in my hand, and wait. slowly, slowly, a black shadow appears.
she is back.
cold and frail, but back.
p.s. i adore this signature. :)
