dear otis
dear otis,
i know we only just met the other day but I can’t stop thinking about you. At first you were so timid, watching me from a distance until I was able to break thru with my sweet words. You are so electric, like fire and glowing even in the sun. When you moved closer to me and I touched you for the first time we both felt a special connection, a spark like the little ember you resemble. I hoped you wouldn’t hurt me and you accepted my trust with an open heart. I was right about you and you returned my affection with your very unique little kiss.
I daydream about you and if we were able to be together how you would be my constant companion. You could tell me secrets in my ears and I would teach you my words. I hope someone there loves you like I could, if only I knew how, and circumstance wasn’t there to keep us apart.
Perhaps I should free you… perhaps it would be worth the risk to be able to kiss you without boundaries. Do I have the courage to face the scaly dragons and bearded ladies who keep you imprisoned? Could I face the wrath of he who says no more beloveds?
my dear otis, my little ember
x
May 13, 2009 @ 9:37 am
Surely Otis can’t cost more than, let’s say, an iPhone. You should own Otis. Clearly there’s something between you two. My bird, Satchel, trusts me explicitly. I could do anything to her and she would never bite me. However, I don’t stick my fingers into her cage. That’s her space… and I could get bit doing that. So I am really impressed by the instant rapport you established. That happened to me once. A friend had a pet Blue Jay named Pete that he found as an abandoned baby and hand fed. Nobody could hold this bird… except me. From the first time we met I could hold him. I could even get him to lie on his back in the palm of my hand. His owner couldn’t even get him to stand on his finger. He eventually gave Pete to his ex-girlfriend. I was crushed. I wanted Pete so much. You and Otis are meant for each other.