Musings of a feathered soul

[GivemeSeedsorgivemeFlesh]

Dec 14, 2024- I made art again today and I think it really spoke to my human because she collected it carefully with a bristled tree limb and saved it in a silver vault. I am so touched that she is organizing my museum collection. After she finished and sat down with that mysterious smelling brown water that she won't let me near I decided to say thank you by adding more deeply intense Spirit Art. Fly away fluffs and be free. Be free. Be. Now I sit and contemplate the great seedsons of life, and what it means to itch my feathers. Have you the Wing? Indeed. I feel more art stirring in my feathered breast but now I shall slumber softly. My right foot is on the path; the left rests in my bosom. Let there be Peas on Earth.