Wednesday, 19 February 2025

Central Park


A sparrow perched itself on my table. It jumped towards me happily. It looked around, to the right and to the left and then called it's friends. A few more sparrows jumped onto my table. 

The first sparrow came closer to the plate that had my blueberry cake. The sparrow pecked at the cake. I didn't mind that as I wasn't going to eat the whole thing. 

I sat there amused, watching the first sparrow signal the others to eat, and they did. They had a small party with my blueberry cake. They looked very happy, chirpy in fact, satiated and alive.


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