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Dear little bird that happened to die on our doorstep,
Please accept my deepest apologies for any part our doorstep may have played in your untimely demise. I left the front door open so the cats could see outside, since it was a temperate day, and I realize you may have mistaken this glass door for an opening you could pass through. I didn't hear any sound when/if you flew into it, so I was unable to come to aid you.
At least it appears that nothing harmed you. You were not mauled by an animal and left as a gift for us, as we responsibly keep our pointy-toothed critters indoors. I have seen first-hand what a roaming feline feels is a suitable doorstep gift for its family: legless or half-eaten birds. What a travesty.
But I should not mention such grotesque matters.
What matters is that now you are dead, unscathed, and laying on my doorstep with your delicate feet pointed toward the heavens. What should I do with you, little friend? Where would you like your mortal remains to decompose peacefully? I will find a place for you, and I hope it will be to your liking.
Peace to you,
JenniferLabels: stories
posted by Jennifer at 3/05/2007 11:50:00 AM
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SuperP. said...
Post a CommentYou are a sweet-heart, Jen. And, for sweet hearts, the world can seem a hideous place, especially looking into the eyes of others, just remember, there is good and bad and our perception is very subjective.. we need (and by we, I mean us 'neurotics') to change our perception.. look for the good and that is what you will see. It's hard, but it is possible.
3/09/2007 09:06:00 AMI am sensative, too.
God Bless.
Jennifer said...
Thanks, Penny. I try, but it is hard.
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