Saturday, April 18, 2009

Obvious Hole is Obvious

Sometimes when I'm going on one of my sunset walks I stop to listen to the evening birdsong. Occasionally geese will fly over honking a little tune. Crows are always somewhere in the distance bickering about something. The kestrel watches me, but she says nothing. The red-tailed hawk, meanwhile, always has something to say.

Then I trip and fall because of this stupid hole. I should have seen it coming. I's so clearly labeled.

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