You would think the Red Stars would have remembered how they had been treated when they were newbies.
You would think they’d have more sympathy.
You would think…
It soon became obvious that integrating these two flocks would not be an option.
The big ones squawked.
The little ones huddled.
Pecky Greenleg glared.
The newbies…were not welcome.
It’s sad…knowing that there is no possibility of amicable relations.
Even though I was 99% sure that we wouldn’t have a successful integration, that 1% was still there…secretly hoping we could make it work.
But with a swish of a wing and a flick of a tail feather…those hopes and dreams were swept away.
Holding my breath, I wait
Willing them to show love
Sighing out loud, I cringe
No peace, no snow-white dove