Because I’m tall, I see the insects up high.
I make other canaries jealous. But they shouldn’t feel that way. My knees are always scuffed up and it’s really hard for me to get a date during mating season.
Still, I keep my head up high, ready to sing with the dragon flies and ladybugs. The storks laugh at me—call me “shrimp.” I quietly gloat for not being ginormous like they are. I’m me. A canary on stilts, with diversity, quality and character.
Note to my subscribers: Thank you all for your well wishes. The antibiotics have kicked in today and I’m feeling much better. Also, welcome new subscribers. It’s a joy to have such a high quality art audience.