by foreverthesickestsam » Sun Mar 17, 2013 10:07 am
Squirell (Cant spell it! AHH The tree rat every one finds adorable! ;w;)
When you drive home that night with the cage
belted into the passenger seat, the bird
makes a sound that is not a word
but that you immediately recognize
as the sound of your mother’s phone
ringing, and you know it is the sound
of you calling her again and again,
the sound of her not answering.
©
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