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?
WrittenCasey 