No.205. Birdwatcher.
Suddenly there are birds about. Yesterday he saw a robin. And a fluttering of finches. After which he went indoors and scribbled a grotty little poem into his notebook--a poem he liked well enough to make into a painting. Here is the poem:
Birdwatcher
his face is blue
like the birds
but with
two red irises
for the cardinals
he watches
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