Maine painter with stories about chickens, ducks, cats, and life in general.
I listened to an egg today
I heard a distinct and steady ‘peck peck peck’ ‘peck peck peck’. The child is breaking free. Escaping the 21 day confinement inside a dark, endless swirl of a world, ready to fight free of walls, ready for sunlight.
I I haven’t seen Bobby since the ice storm in January. His health had been declining. The cold, raw weather must have been one struggle too much.
Bobby is a feral tom.