Sparrow and the ghost

She felt small, so it took a couple of seconds to make the easter decorations stand erect.

Straw chicks with plastic beaks and ridiculous fluffy, bunny ears.

And, she’d never celebrated easter, but these were gifts given,

unbidden.

Who would deny cheeky celebrations gifted?

Perhaps, the dead of night was the most (in)opportune time to consider such serious frivolity; but, if not now then when?

She is both sparrow and the ghost, and the equinox just transpired.

Robins were already rooting about the fresh blooms of her daffodils.

How could these birds be so fat after winter when she felt so famished?

If the ghost of the natural world rises, why should sleeplessness trouble her?

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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