have you ever looked at the birds? 
they have stories…
they have to have stories.
just as the movements i make 
are intentional, so must be the bird’s. 
moving from one home to the next, 
escaping its present reality to be 
replaced with a better one- 
maybe.
they still have to face the wind, storms, 
and rain.
and so must we…
all the same.