When I think of Spring
I think of birds
and bird feathers
drifting aimlessly through the soft spring air.
I wonder why?
Oh Yeah.
Now I remember.
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Irregular Bones 
What?! He looks harmless to me…just an itty-bitty-pritty-kitty……ooooooooo
Lori commences to make cooing baby sounds at the cat….Shortly thereafter, Anita Marie calls 911.
911. Well. Hope does spring eternal I suppose.
🙂
“Spring has sprung
The grass has riz
I wonder where the birdies is?”
burp
i dunno
xoxo
blitzer ( that’s me in the pic … )
feather-breath!
nice. very nice.