Windows
Today is Sunday. It is one-degree below zero. I sit on the
arm of an empty loveseat with my feet tucked under me, snug in three pair of
socks. I am cozy, warm and safe in casual sweats, although there will be no
sweating today. When I saw you fall, it was on a Monday, hot and humid, the
weather you liked best. Today, I am warm and safe but my dear, bird friends are
famished and near frozen. I feel as though it is my fault. I gaze at them
outside the window as they flutter and fall from the
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Oct 13th 2020