One Lone Bird

I saw him when I was about to enter the bank. I zoomed in on him. I thought it might be easy draw and paint. That is easy to say now. He is black like a raven. At some point in our lives we are like him - alone and out on limb waiting for the right bird to fly our way so we can take flight together and fly off into the sunset.

Then I saw a bunch of birds sitting ontop of the letters of a Waffle House sign, one on each letter. It was at a place that is hard to get out of especially in evening traffic so I had to pass on them.

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