Dec 23
Mia's picture

heavy flyer

she was singing, this girl, as the wind played her hair like a piano, rushing around, whipping it every which way, blowing stray pieces away to the ground where all the unlucky worms were found, pecked at and nibbled by the almighty bird population, who, after getting their fill, flew back into the sky where they, too, were blown about like wind to hair, but these birds could not simply blow away, to be discarded like dried-up old clay. no, they have to stay, because the birds who flew behind them, in their bird-like designated design, depend on them to shelter them from the storms ahead.