2130. red

at my feet

quiet as a feather

a red feather

*

no longer floating

fluttering, flying, winging

singing 

Walking along in the woods, down on the ground at my feet—what color! Red. My fave. What is that? Is that a feather? Is it real? Who cares. It’s so red. So bright. So bold brilliant blazing vivid vibrant intense sheeny shiny flashy smashy. I’m getting carried away.😘

2129. curly

hey, wait a minute 

i saw your post about me— 

thanks a lot!

There he is again, curl in his tail heading my way. Looks like he’s got something on his mind. He’s smiling, I don’t know why but why not. I’ve seen him before hanging around that red truck. I don’t know his name, I’ll call him Curly.