There will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Gretchen is the eighth bird in this collection.

Will you wait until six? Or at least a little healthy, be. Gretchen, do you like the constant hum? the flapping of your side whenever butter is required. Would you like to know why you move? I could tell you if you like. They put you proud once. And then you became a part and then a day, a month.

In the morning, all go. and after nine some peace. In the evening, open near, while decisions are made. I know they wake you in the night. That is for water and on occasion, grazing.

Maybe you could make a little song, for when you pick up speed and then return. Maybe you are a hero. I know you wonder why they never say hello or smile anymore at you. If someone were to ask them though, they would be so proud. They would tell all about you. They are always proud. Maybe I will ask, or say hello next when.