Breathing

I was baking some bread thoughts through the morning when something on the TV caught my attention. A program director was looking for public birdwatch recordings. Hopefully, an educational program about birds, one to earnestly complement what the schools are implementing in children’s knowledge portfolio. I see what I see but people should know more about what they see and why they see it. I took a look outside the window just in time to see a black cat definitively leaving my garden. No pigeons, just distant screeches of no-nonsense starlings.

„Margarita, Margarita,

you killed the devil with your pita.”