in expectation

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.