Under the old apple tree one autumn day there was this old, gray birdhouse. I began to wonder what kind of bird moved into it one day a long time ago. When looking for clues I did see some old feathers and some pieces of eggshells, but not enough to tell me kind of bird lived there at one time or another for this was an old birdhouse that was starting to fall apart. It is a small house, so I was thinking maybe sparrows or maybe bluebirds for they are small or maybe even wrens. I will never know.
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Mark Graham
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A Halloween Thanksgiving
When do you think all these Halloween creatures celebrate what we call Thanksgiving? The answer should be plain why of course All Hallos Eve. An during this meal what do you think is served during the meal of thanks? To me I think Mummy and Drac and Frankie always seems to like any kind of fresh meat. Wolfman does do but his is usually raw. Then there are the witches, and they have their own brew to share and of the ghosts don't usually eat for it goes right through. Zombies bring brains for all. Happy Halloween Thanksgiving to all!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was a captivating microfiction story about that mystery bird. I love that you drew our attention to the little house falling apart. It gives us the feeling that maybe we will never know what bird stayed there because it will soon be uninhabitable. But you left us with a satisfying ending, suggesting sparrows and bluebirds well done.
I wonder what birds might have lived there!🤔🐦⬛🦜
Lovely little drabble, Mark.