They all were aiming the same way Though wild they’re organized. They chattered some. What did they say? I’d likely be surprised. Underneath I watched the sky. Two droppings were well placed. Some of them thought they should fly. One dropping missed my face.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile was my own foolishness to stand for an unnecessarily long period of time underneath those birds. It gave some of them enough time for target practice.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “wild”.