Saturday, May. 16, 2009 @ 10:50 am
I'm sitting at my kitchen table doing some homework. Daniel's in bed, hungover. I'm putting little scraps of yarn out in my wilted plants on my fire escape. House sparrows are coming to collect them. Males and females. They fold up the yarn in their beaks, jamming in as much as possible. My heart is breaking, bursting, because they are so fragile and industrious. One's back right now, hoping to find more scraps.