The School Bush

 

First real cold fall morning

I neared the double doors of the school building

A green, long, tall bush against the building wall

spouted loud, short, comfy, chirps, whistles, cheeps, peeps

from hundreds of little birds

I paused

imagining the little feathery bodies

hunkering together, staying warm, visiting

pecking, checking for fleas

trying to convince the next bird to go out in the cold for the food

I felt warm and friendly

Even birds have buddies

 

TR