‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers

Ihave no doubt the mockingbird was minding its own business. The last several days had been colder than usual, so it was probably on the ground looking for seeds or tiny bugs to eat. I imagine it was deep in thought, wondering how it was going to feed the kids, counting its blessings about being able to fly, contemplating its place in the universe, hoping to inspire the younger generation into ...

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