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Hmmm...wot is this? Hmmm...me can't say. Must be sumthing to bring home to the wife.
The bird gets home, with his special little something and his wife throws it at him. As he turns around, he is reminded of the thousands of other "somethings" that he's brought her before.
All she really wants is a worm for dinner.
Simply Heather
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Hmmm...wot is this? Hmmm...me can't say. Must be sumthing to bring home to the wife.
The bird gets home, with his special little something and his wife throws it at him. As he turns around, he is reminded of the thousands of other "somethings" that he's brought her before.
All she really wants is a worm for dinner.
"Hey you! Bird! Don't pick me up! Don't.pick.me.up, I beg of you."
"I like it here, in the sand. I've been rolling around in the waves for ages - you know, I used to be much bigger than this, but that water has worn me out, and worn me down. I don't want to go back in there."
"Please don't pick me up. I know you'll drop me over the water...all you birds do that. Did you know I can't swim? Well, I can't. I sink to the bottom like, well, like a rock. And then we start the whole pebble polishing nonsense all over again."
"I'm tired. I want to sit in the sand and bask in the sun until the tide washes me back out...AGAIN."
"Maybe today, I'll get lucky, and a kid will pick me up and I'll get to stay on dry land."
"Please, bird, DON'T pick me up!"
Frustration wrapping around,
boy with auburn curls,
pitches the smallest pebble,
towards a forgiving ocean.
Parents without understanding,
push the boy to solitude,
grabbing a moment of peace,
with each pebble hitting beach.
Wide sandy shore,
Softly swelling sea,
Nature at one with itself.
Long-legged shadow,
A table in the shallows,
Beak poised to pierce,
Nature at one with itself.
Photographer stands,
Camera on tripod.
Waits for the ball bait to beckon.
Snaps the shutter, shares the image.
Now we're at one with the beach.
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