on what we grandly call the lawn* this morning lay a dead male blackbird, wearing a somewhat startled expression.
no idea who is the guilty one, although my money’s on Lilith.
* but is in reality a patch of grass and clover and dandelions.
on what we grandly call the lawn* this morning lay a dead male blackbird, wearing a somewhat startled expression.
no idea who is the guilty one, although my money’s on Lilith.
* but is in reality a patch of grass and clover and dandelions.
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