Out the front porch door and across the street, a cardinal, bold as a drop of blood, perched upright on a black telephone wire and sang this morning.
Sang? Say rather, S-A-N-G!
How in heaven's name anything so small could emit something so big is something I will never understand. And if someone explained it to me, I still wouldn't understand.
So small and yet so goddamned big.
How does that work?
I guess it's a good idea to get used to not knowing things. Isn't enjoyment enough?