He was worried about his girl.
He hadn’t heard from her or seen her in weeks.
He knew something was wrong the last time she came over.
She seemed listless. Uninterested in the food he had laid out for her.
Nervous, almost paranoid.
He wondered if she was at some other man’s house right now.
She missed him.
There was so much to do to get ready.
While he was a source of comfort; he now was a source of anxiety as well.
She didn’t fully understand the change, but instinctively knew she had to listen to it.
She felt the movement again and knew she had to hurry.
Nest building. She was so hungry now all of the time.
She could have used a good meal, the kind he offered; but there was no time.
He stood on the porch, and shook the can.
Then he sat and waited.
He had almost given up, when there she was – by the fence.
She hesitated before coming forward, all the way to the bottom of the stairs.
He watched her, she stood there and then made a small noise in the back of her throat.
Here came the babies. Then she scurried up the stairs, on to his knee and took
the peanut he offered her from his hand.
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