napping in the shade on a late summer afternoon;
noticing the breeze across my face;
listening as my ears intercept pulsing waves of lust bursting from the throats of my avian relatives;
dying, but my way.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
napping in the shade on a late summer afternoon;
noticing the breeze across my face;
listening as my ears intercept pulsing waves of lust bursting from the throats of my avian relatives;
dying, but my way.