waking up, the windows were fogged when i looked out. ordinary. cold.
but that clumsy bird made its way to my sill again.
'NOT NORMAL' the bird was labeled today.
"rather refreshing" i thought.
indeed, as cool as the wind that flooded the room.
perched on my shoulder through the day peeping its thoughts away.
it was patient in my movements and happy with my doings
so where did this 'NOT NORMAL' come from?
lets ask our imaginary friends
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