~ Endofmarch (via Underfundig)

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BEAR:
MY GRANDFATHER TELLS OF WAITING UNDER A CEDAR TREE WITH HIS MOUTH OPEN A WHOLE AFTERNOON UNTIL A LITTLE JABBERMOUTH LIKE YOURSELF FLEW INTO IT & PERCHED ON THE PINK CARPET OF HIS TONGUE & SANG A FOOLISH LITTLE SONG LIKE YOURS & SO VAIN WAS THIS WARBLING IDIOT IT REALIZED WHERE IT HAD PERCHED ONLY WHEN IT NOTICED THE PICKET FENCE OF MY GRANDFATHER’S YELLOW TEETH & THEN MY GRANDFATHER EXHALED LIGHTLY WHEREUPON THE BIRD FELL OVER UPSIDE DOWN ASPHYXIATED & DEAD & RATHER THAN CHEW UP AND SWALLOW SUCH A PITIFUL PILE OF FEATHERS MY GRANDFATHER SPAT IT OUT ONTO THE GROUND & EXCRETED MIGHTILY & WENT TO LOOK FOR GRUBS BEETLES WORMS NUTS & BERRIES.

~ David Huddle @ Subtropics

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