Where do the sunbathed birds go? I want to know because I'm bleached pale with the winters woes and I want out of this cage. I want to sunbathe were the birds might be, with their twittering tweetles and the promise of spring that is so soon around the corner. Here the weather is just as bi-polar as I believe myself to be. I'm a self proclaimed doctor with a self proclaimed condition, and I am prescribing myself a day in the sunshine. I can't wait to be where the robins lay their eggs, where the sparrows fly with a glint of their tail left behind them, and where that indistinguishable "too big for its britches" bird finds himself his next meal... slowly... So please, can you give me any directions to where the sunbathed birds go?
heard some nice poetry today and felt the itch to write something.