Sadness Personified

They had a lie in this morning after She had made the tea. Nice for Myself too as I snoozed on the duvet until the sun came out and then I went and sat on the windowsill. Debated whether to go down and assist with the second cups but decided against all the effort it would have entailed.

Lucky Myself did, because was rewarded by the sight of 11 Fredettes positively galloping into My garden. Full of hope and expectation of their usual glorious breakfast. (Why the daft birds prefer chicken pellets to their own seed is beyond Myself. Must be more than usually bird-brained.) In they came, little feet pounding over the grass, heads held high, leaning slightly at the sharper corners, following each other at an exact distance. Like a disjointed clockwork toy. But doomed to disappointment. Since They were both still in bed He hadn't put out any feed for them. The Dejection! Sorrow! Disappointment! Was almost too much to bear. Searched all over the place and returned time after time to the feeding tray. Finally accepted that breakfast was not on the menu this morning and left. Slowly dragging their little feet over the wet grass, heads bowed, and not even bothering to mind about bumping into each other. Sadness Personified.