Evening Well Spent

Where did you fly off too bird, the trees where your babies live? New camera was out of focus, but I heard the squawking loud enough. Mother came out ringing the dinner bell; did she know of the crimson sunset? With the sound of birds in my ears, I ran to the rice bowls, hot and ready. Chopsticks in her hands - she first asked how I fared in my adventures. The birds were quiet, the sunset now violet; I ate it all, but was still hungry for the woods outside.