|05:13 am - E.R. The hotpants!|
So now that I'm over my rut I just miss having a significant other. Or maybe making out. Or maybe even both! The pidgeon does not quite understand what his target is doing, but he poops on him nonetheless. What happens when the neighboring pidgeon wishes to share the same roost or the same target? His friend the falcon swoops from the rafters and solves the problem...and then there was one...plus a falcon...pssibly an osprey.
It is definitely 5 am and I am not yet among the dreaming souls. How I wish I could swim among the oceans of those who enjoy the company of apple pie and toppling graces. Rather, I wish I was one of them. Not only among them but a full fledged acrobatic artist. What a world that would be my fine fledgling friends. What a world.
Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: RHCP - Get on Top