‘Twas the best spot in the woods and he was keeping to it.
Sure, it had almost no leaves and practically no protection from the wind. Sure, the branches whipped around in every breeze and let the cold sneak under the most primped up feathers.
It none of it mattered.
When he could perch up at the very top.
Surveil. Keep tabs. See things first. Unhindered by masses of pine needles or large floppy green things hiding one’s next dinner.
“See Topper there?” he heard a winger chatter at another. “He thinks he’s top banana.”
“Not banana,” Topper retorted, and puffed his chest for emphasis with not-so-hidden indignation. “Top crow!”
For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto Challenge
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