CHRISSY.CITY

my city, my rules

Month: March 2026

  • Come take your toll

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    The pollen has been making my eyes droop.Sleepily I tend to sections of itin clumps.Chickadees and woodpeckersand yellow-bellied warblersare indifferent and happy. You say, “You can’t tell me what to do,”as I sign for the check,“But I’d actually like it if you did.” On that dreary Monday,we stack carnationson top of one anotherwhite and red…

  • The Limpkin

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    and what of the Limpkin, roaming (or perhaps looming) in Little Bay Lake.  Long skinny legs that seem to creep through shallow waters in stooping steps. An almost equally long beak perfect for nosing at the Apple Snails it seeks. What of it, and its light spotted brown and white feathers and round torso, crying…