Another sunny day
And I spent another lunch reading in the park behind the church. The fountain was empty, but the tap was dripping a bit, and birds drank from it, splashed around, soaked themselves and the other birds.
And I spent another lunch reading in the park behind the church. The fountain was empty, but the tap was dripping a bit, and birds drank from it, splashed around, soaked themselves and the other birds.
June 1st, 2005 at 5:49 pm
The fountains are dusty in the graveyard of dreams.
The hinges are rusty; they swing with tiny screams.
June 3rd, 2005 at 12:18 pm
I just wanted to say that I liked the incisiveness of your pithy little observation of the birds in the fountain! :-) Mary