watching


Every day, I watch them through my window, the way my visitors used to watch me.


See how they chase, groom? See how they play, sleep? See how they live?


They’re graceful the way Stella was, moving just enough, only as much as they need.


They stare at me, heads tilted, pointing and hooting, and I wonder: Are they as fascinated by me as I am by them?

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