a small white face poked from beneath the sidewalk underneath the paperbark tree.
its
curious, bright, big eyes alive with wonder. little by little its face began to
unravel
as
the smell of the earth draws it nearer. sure enough it held a small grin (at
least to
my
point of view) seemingly saying that it will have some good stuff on its beak
soon.
the
little cockatoo walked in almost like a little dance, taking in the sight and
smell
of
that little space under the paperbark tree. the cockatoo walked around the side
walk
with determination and with an enviable expectation. after all, our heavenly
Father
takes care of all of them.
