Bird chick

The bird could be aloft and fluttering its wing but for design defect forming and falls and putters under cupboard crying from its inner anguish to God,inner anguish about others ineptitude, for which it putters about in half wing.

No point in fears about possible cats,possible smiling cats of the dark night.We are lucky locked in dreaming sleep.God is locked in his sleep in milk ocean.Night cat is, at all , tail-eating renewal ,an ouroboros of God-nature’s re-visit, a deja vu thing as we sleep our night.

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