
That pigeon knew what it was doing. Sort of like the stare across a school lunchroom when you knew there were a couple of teachers in between you and having to prove it.
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
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Just to make life interesting, put some crumbs on the cats window ledge. Watch the pigion sweat. Sweet!!! Showdown at high noon.
priceless!!!!
CO - Cute. Did the cat know?
T.
stand off! jupiter is out of control! i love him too much and that pigeon, forget about it.
beautiful posts sister...i will read more!
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