everybody is all a-flutter this morning. (except for Dad—he’s always just kind of swimming along.)
that must be it.
my parents raised me to be a Lobsterbird.
my mother, lover of birds and flowers and that of the Earth. her energy, while always big, comes in huge bursts (the kind needed to take off into flight). and she is low flier. she flutters around, always busy, always doing…something…
i always thought i was so much my mother’s child.
…and i am. there are so many ways in which we are similar.