I only have eyes

….to see.

Stick and bones…

….are my home.

Hello…

….my little friend.

The wind will blow…

…the clouds away.

Time to uproot….

….move to another pile of manure.

Leaving the closeness….

…..behind me.

Still hungry….

….it is winter after all.

Personally delivered……

……is always the best.

Keep warm…

……while the wind blows through the branches.