no one about

the whole way down the back road.

two squirrels so i talk to them, and the tiny

dunnock bird

 

he said they are  brown

down

in the dirt and this is so

 

they often are as  are we

all

 

good place to be in earth

to plant and grow while

 

small birds look for food

**

the story continues

**

 

now you know that the bird has died

and her wish was to preserve it somehow

 

that was yesterday

 

she had balanced it on a cotton reel, you know the old wooden ones with red thread.

this balancing thing

started years ago

in childhood, a game. later life a habit, a meditation.

she watched others, the artists balancing stones

copied , then balanced all sorts, soaps. boxes, anything really.

perhaps it is a control thing she supposed as she balanced…