Two days ago I saw two squirrels turning big folds of kleenex around in their mouths. I wondered if the recent cool stint had given them the idea to insulate their nests. A man stooped to commune with one in front of a florist’s. When I went in to the shop the florist said that the squirrel had been in to bury nuts in her planters.
Yesterday I found a dead bird on my stoop. I lifted it. A perfectly spherical and bloody bubble grew out of the right aperture of its beak.
Today the concrete was so dusty a sparrow tried to bathe in it. Autumn is on its way. All the birds are becoming plump.
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