inventing conversations that aren't there

i
stepped
out
my
back
door
this
morning.
a
robin,
head
tucked
between
fluffed
wings,
stuck
its
head
out
and
just
shrugged
at
me.
like
the
cold
and
snow
was
my
fault.
i
suppose
we
want
to
blame
someone.
the
birds
sang,
"see
the
birdie,
see
the
birdie,
chee-e
chee-e."
and
i
shrugged
back.
smiled.
further
more,
they
continued,
"see
the
birdie,
see
the
birdie,
chee-e
chee-e."