tell tale signs
'I'm not dead' he says
Nope, you're not I think to myself, or I wouldn't have heard you
'I'm just lying here, looking up at the sky as it appears through the tree branches'
'What at?' I ask
'Nothing in particular, simply gazing and pondering, letting thoughts drift' he replies
'Pondering what exactly?'
'The state of things'
'Oh my, that sounds Big; what have you concluded?'
'They are in a Muddle'
'How so, and who are they?'
'All of us and well, there seems to be a lot of confusion nowadays'
'You don't say....'
'I do' the bird on his back tweets
'Just that; loads to examine these days, hence the lying about on one's back looking up'
'Ah, kind of makes sense; I guess you'll be doing that for quite some time then'
'I agree that will probably be the case'
|- the pondering bird lost a feather, so I sewed it onto the back of his small pillow -|
|'we would very much appreciate some extra stars! could you please add them onto our tree? pleeeeaaase and thank you sooooooo much Saskia'|
I am onto it, will post a pic asap
|- back -|
amidst the turmoil,
we had quite the Summer storm yesterday
he's still here
nice to know he is
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