A bird sat on my arm and tilted its
curious head as I was eating, no, devouring cheesy bits
it suddenly thrust its whole self forward
and pecked at a piece
narrowly missing my finger.
I cried in awe of the arrogance, self-determination
& regardlessness towards the dominant species
so I wondered should I just linger
or give it a piece of my mind?
Instead I gave it a cheesy bit.
And that was it.
A few days later it came again unto my arm
I had already been
quite anticipating
the moment with a full bowl of cheesy bits
specially crafted for sparrows
living in city centre outskirts.
It thanked me with a peck
into my left wrist
deep enough to touch my soul
I love you, I said.
Cheep, it said.
Every day I keep a bowl specially crafted for sparrows
on my balcony, filled with cheesy bits
sometimes it prefers peanuts
but it always tilts its head
as it sits on my arm and loves me.
Alle Rechte an diesem Beitrag liegen beim Autoren. Der Beitrag wurde auf e-Stories.org vom Autor eingeschickt Marc Backhaus.
Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 13.11.2012.
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