AlightLv.51 week ago7RepliesUnder the EavesIn the dark, small beaks gape upward. I stood looking up at them, holding nothing I could fill them with.
There was a night the laundry hanging outside the window swayed in the evening wind, unable to dry. Through it, a cat was crossing over the wall.
The back of that cat, lifting its head between the laundry, seems to have stayed on the wall a while even after the evening wind stopped.