A little bird told me...

The sky is falling, the sky is falling! Nope that was my little red chick friend. Here in my blurry photo is the little chick who asked are you my mother? No, certainly not, but I'll feed you while we wait for your mother. I never did see Mom or the little bird again, but after feeding it 6 grubby worms from my chores, I hope it'll remember my kindness and return each year to raise it's own young. I ran into my daughter this evening at the gas station. I asked about her promise to take Captain Destructo to obedience. She said when she could afford to she would. She feels guilty about leaving him, I couldn't let her ease out of it so quickly. I didn't ask for another dog. Thankfully it's not a grandchild so neglected. The full moon pulled at my loss of control. I didn't mean to give her a guilt trip, but I really thought I was done with being taken for granted. That in itself a curious pipedream. The moon was dusted with clouds, almost as if in an old monster film. I don't want to be a monster, I just want to live. I also don't want to be the victim of a monster I created. Overtime before second job, been taking time between jobs to let pup run outside, losing pay hours. "I see the moon and the moon see me, God bless the moon and God bless me."