The Small Pottery Bird

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An old lady came in and showed me a little pottery bird she had just bought in a second hand shop. It was not a beautiful bird. She handled the small pottery bird like this; she tipped it forward and stroked the beak. Then she tipped it over and examined the flat plate of the underneath. Then she outlined the dents of the wings with her thumbs and looked at it with such delight I thought it might come alive. I could now see that it was a beautiful bird. She fitted the bird into one hand and looked at its eyes. She told me it was the nicest thing she had ever seen. Then she bought a copy of Ring of Bright Water and said goodbye.

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One thought on “The Small Pottery Bird

  1. Mr Midnight and Sir Winston, my two furry friends from our blog “Gilmours Nice Place”, say that ALL things are beautiful. It always depends upon the angle of observation. Thank you for posting.
    Meow, purr purr and kind regards from the three of us over in the Black Forest. 🙂

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