This monologue reminded me of my Mom's bird feeder. Hers wasn't creepy though. I kept wondering what could be so small and so threatening. But it doesn't matter, because whatever it was, it served it's purpose. This is a swell monologue for an older woman. Let the birds sing.
This monologue reminded me of my Mom's bird feeder. Hers wasn't creepy though. I kept wondering what could be so small and so threatening. But it doesn't matter, because whatever it was, it served it's purpose. This is a swell monologue for an older woman. Let the birds sing.