At Lafferty’s kindergarten, I was a blue bird in the morning; a red bird in the afternoon. The only all day bird of the flock. I watched the clock during the midday nap trying to figure out how to tell time that played tricks on my mind. Time stood still. I never slept. Not a wink.

Birds. Do they have accents? Is that a Boston chirp I heard in the Northern cardinal? And I swear the jay bird taunted my cat today with a southern drawl.

Once knew a cat named Phoebe, named after JD or a black-capped chickadee. A really sweat cat. P-H-O-E-B-E.

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