Sunday, January 4, 2009


The noisy bird with fierce-yellow beady eyes is back. I wonder if it is true. I wonder if what he is saying is true. With a kind of harried urgency, he becks and he calls. And his roost of feathered friends flutter around. In the cacophony, I seem to hear him say,

“Now is the time to ponder the meaning of life.”

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