by Elizabeth Proctor
There are only a few berries left on the tree.
That means it’s time for me to move on-but where to? If the berries are gone here, won’t they be gone everywhere? What about my mate? Is he willing to take flight and move on with me? Maybe not… He seems too content to sit on that branch and stare at the parrot in the window of that house over there.
As if she would look at him twice! And just think of their children if they were lucky (or silly) enough to have any! They won’t have her coloring, that’s for sure. They would probably end up all dingy shades of gray, muddy and washed out. That’s the problem with flashiness-you just can’t pass it on intact. The kids ALWAYS suffer.
I wonder what the weather is like up there. The others seem to be happy with it. At least they are flying along and not stopping. Do they know there are almost no berries left? Is one of them going to swoop down and eat the last ones on MY summer tree? Would they even care that this is MY tree? Some birds are just SO blind to property rights, you know.
Is heSTILL staring at that parrot? One day the cat living there will get him. Is it too late to head out today? The sun looks like it’s going down; it looks like rain, too. I think I’m going to eat those berries!