The Here and Now

I must be the bearer of very sad news.
There has been a death. Someone very near and dear to my nether regions has passed away.

Stoner, the bird with a grudge on my right eye-ball, has moved on to the big open skies up above.

It seems that the wiggly puppy, Timmy, felt threatened by the tiny winged demon.
Or maybe he just wanted to play.

The eye eating bird was found dangling from the mouth of my hero, I mean, not my hero, the silly puppy.

I will miss my feathered foe. He brought excitement to my life. He also made for good story stock.

My ass crack will never be the same again.

Fly away little birdy! Fly away!