we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
Oh, so it's playing this game. Peering through only one eye now, you glare a moment at the bird as it hops its way closer, now thoroughly convinced it isn't a simple bird. Or maybe it is. Fuck if you know. Animals are weird.
You sit up, stooping forward just a little to keep from bumping your head. "Cracker it is." Digging into your pocket you produce a rather unfortunate bundle of carbs which might, if you're being generous, be characterized as a cracker. "Here ya go, birdy." Holding it out on the palm of your hand, you wait for the maybe-not-a-bird to have a go at it.
You sit up, stooping forward just a little to keep from bumping your head. "Cracker it is." Digging into your pocket you produce a rather unfortunate bundle of carbs which might, if you're being generous, be characterized as a cracker. "Here ya go, birdy." Holding it out on the palm of your hand, you wait for the maybe-not-a-bird to have a go at it.
zephyr
