a_sort_of_wounded_bird_helplessness fyn gula i feel so bad for him in his lonely, desperate world, yet who am i to define another's happiness? all i know is what i see. he is like the starling i saw this morning that must have escaped the jaws of a feral cat only to flutter weakly with useless wings, collapse and then die right before my eyes. little lungs heaving one last breath of stale air. 030417 what's it to you? who go blather from