Bird Gives Me the Bird

it was rather obvious that he was disgusted with me I could tell by his beak his nose was in the air and he gave me the eye you know the one that mother gives you when you have disappointed the family and she wants you to feel guilty for sixteen years? I looked at his face and smiled he was the epitome of “the bird” as he gave me this look It was amazing that he had appeared on the first anniversary of my mother’s death “Hi, Mom,” I said. Feeling an affinity, loving the familiarity of this face.