the Bird and the Bee and Bonnie and Me
A bird sang to me today. He rapped. Each line different from the last. He experimented with harmony. He wasn’t very good. But he was entertaining. Bonnie and I sat there, side by side… me on my rock, her on her haunches. If I had haunches, I would still sit on the rock, because I’m the boss. I’m the top dog. At least in my own back yard. Bonnie and I sat there and listened to our rapping Rez bird. Until the bee showed up. The bee heckled our bird, and he kind of hopped up, taken aback, made a “what the heck” face, and then flew away. He ditched, mid-stanza.
So much for the song. Sometimes I guess it’s just not meant to… bee.
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