Though no one keep eye on me these days, me think formal apology since me disappearance from Christmas day. There is good explanation. Me got involved over me antennas. Plenty of time now to tell.
Me have to be quick, for now. There is a bird trapped in my apartment. Every five seconds, it squawks again.
Me can hear him scratching and moving around. Me can feel his pain. Poor bird friend. Lost. Alone. Hungry, maybe too. Only with song to keep his little time left.
Dilemma: can me trust this bird, or me simply projecting? What if bird befriends me and introduces me to its family.
Me now stuck at crossroad. Instead, me left to listen to the birdfriend’s silent struggle against time.
Happy Wednesday friend.
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Why are you so sad, little bumble bee?
me don’t think me circumstances any much different than anybee out there. life tough these days to all.
it’s like me uncle used to say when me was just a pupa: “So you exist to pollinate, what you do in between is called life.”