Another dusty breeze, another smoldering hot day, and then she dropped in.
The cold but playful stare in her eyes, the smooth contours of her feathers, the sharpness of her beak.
She chirped; I chirped back.
The sun sets with a rising moon, and we’ll build a nest together soon.
The cold but playful stare in her eyes, the smooth contours of her feathers, the sharpness of her beak.
She chirped; I chirped back.
The sun sets with a rising moon, and we’ll build a nest together soon.
