Pretty Young Thing

She just sat there on her limb and waited for the tottering old photographer to wind his way through the briars to get close.

I feel like a grandfather or something – because I was there when she was born, and have watched her and her sibling grow these past few weeks.  And now just look at her!

Mom and Dad have left, maybe her sibling too. But she’s still hanging around, close to the old home place.



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