occur raze i'm surrounded by sparrows. every morning afternoon and night they sing to say hello and dive down to the sun-stung ground to grab the snacks i sail their way. there are too many to tell apart, though the boldest few have found a way to separate themselves. sometimes i wonder what they make of me. to them i must be a benevolent beast. or a strange sentient statue. it occurs to me that the hyphenated half of my name, the part of me i only share in full when i am most myself, sounds very much like "junco" when it's said a certain way. and i don't know how i've gone my whole life without having that thought. because this is the bird i would be if i died and came back as something new. if i had the chance to choose which wings i wore, i would make myself one of these dark-eyed song-slingers. small and seemingly insignificant to some, but with a whole world alive behind my eyes. 260402 what's it to you? who go blather from