Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Wednesday, August 28, 2002

A parrot, bright and colourful and, I think, very young, just strutted past my window. He then stopped, came back, and peered in. Literally peered. Pressed his little beak right up against the glass like someone trying to see into a darkened shop window. When I laughed, he jumped backwards, and fell off the ledge.

I'm not worried. He's a bird. He can fly.

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