Today, I’m grateful for the unexpected. Granted, sometimes it’s a kick in the pants or a punch in the gut—but other times, it’s wonderful.
This morning near the doorway to the office building, a squirrel, perched as though emerging from the mouth of the garbage can, nibbled a pizza crust. I was not quick enough to get a picture.
For today’s poem, we have The Balcony Collapses and I Become a Bird, by Rebecca Valley.