I don’t know. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I don’t want to blend into my background like you do.
What do you mean, like I do? I like being seen. Why else would I go down there and dodge peoples clumsy steps? Barney, you really think about things too hard.
Marcel, it’s just that I’m not as colorful as you are. I tend to blend more and never be seen. And honestly, have you ever been called a crow? I doubt it! Try that one on for size! A crow! Hahaha, as if. Those guys are too noisy.
Barney, you were called a crow?
Yeah, that one day we were down on the sidewalk when that kid walked up to me. He turned around and told his mother that he just found a crow. Do I really look like a crow?
Barney, you don’t look like a crow. Not to mention, your cooing is much softer than the cawing of a crow. That alone should set you apart.
Well, if you really say so Marcel. Thanks for saying that. But really, do you think anyone can see me up here?
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE
Danny didn’t know how long it had been since he had seen this place. He used to come here often when he was a kid. Always wanting to see where the door led. Maybe nowhere, but maybe to some tunnel that led to treasure or led to a new special place. When he had come as a boy the door wasn’t covered with weeds. It had been a door to another world.
Now, Danny looked at the door. He felt like he wanted to crawl in and just sit quietly, peacefully, by himself without the rest of the world bustling around him. He still wondered what was behind that door. Maybe nothing, maybe a whole other world. He figured he would never know and soon the door would be covered so completely by greenery that it would be lost until someday, someone decided to cut down this forest. He hoped he wasn’t around for that.