The decoy and the bird (Deleted stories)

She was the most beautiful girl bird he had ever seen, with bright blue and yellow feathers and a perfectly proportioned little beak, perched upon the branch of a sycamore

Dear Mother...

I am at a happy place.

The Fire Place

I might be able to enjoy myself here in paradise if it weren't for the city.
Cherry

elements

the rain yapping outside & pattering the window pane, the sun just behind the clouds waiting in the wing, the bodies rolling in the quiet afternoon passion, sounds resonating louder than the

épouvantail

s'il y avait eu suffisante épouvantail à effrayer tous ceux qui essaient de croa croa croa au cours de la s'ensuit cours des événements, puis, éventuellement, il aurait pu être un

of considerable faith

treading water during the day to day during the 9 to five full of hatred full of anger but willed with the cowardice of those who hope there’s a “god” so as to get

The Beginning

A poem about the rough parts of life.
Cherry

14 Prague Diary

Home again, naturally.

Thank Nature, we grow older

Oh, thank Nature, we grow older and too tired to run and play; tired enough to sit and contemplate a splendid August day. Little kids are far too busy flying to watch a bird in flight
Cherry

Pansy Potter - Hallowed Be Thy Name! Part Two

Don't mess with Mums when they're on a mission!

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