Every spring, as soon as the trees blush pink

with blossom and the air turns hazy with warmth, they appear, sitting together on my lawn in their favorite spot. During winter I’ll forget them, then one sunny day glance out of the window to see the yellow daffodils and they’ll be there, content together. He’s gorgeous, flamboyant, very striking. She’s plump-chested, plainer, yet quietly beautiful. Sometimes, the sight of their constant love makes me smile. Other times, I hurl a few hunks of bread onto the grass and think I have a less fulfilling relationship than a pair of ducks.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.07.2011

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