The bird was sitting on my fence singing away when he suddenly flew up to the sign and sat silently looking south towards the tracks. Was he waiting for a train? his mate, perhaps? or was he just saying a prayer of thanks for the rain? I'll never know, but he was so intently silent that I am sure he knew exactly what it was he wanted.
Aren't we all waiting on something? When does the waiting stop and the living begin?
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Day 3: Mocking Bird
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Good question. If you figure it out, lemme know.
ReplyDeleteHeh, at some point, I think we need to make that decision, instead of waiting for some trigger to occur.
ReplyDeleteAh, wondrous thoughts to ponder.
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