The old saying being

A bird in the hand is

worth two in the bush.

As I am a bird I would argue

And seek to educate you.

The one bird in the hand is

Headed for the pot.

We birds are not really birdbrains.

We know our fate.

I would argue that bird gives

Short pleasure and is gone,

A quick bite, and hardy fulfilling.

But those two in the bush?

They give you songs

In evening and at dawn.

They lift ...

“You never listen to me!” Sara shouted, stomping up the stairs in her Doc Martins, shaking every step on her way up. Martha waited for it, then heard the door slam shut, rattling on its hinges as Sara retreated to her bedroom. Martha paused again, as the music assaulted the quiet of the house for a few seconds and then all was quiet. Martha smirked. “Thank God for headphones”, she thought.

S...