i saw both kestrels chasing a flock of sparrows. then mama kes waiting on the top rail. then papa kes bringing and preparing dinner, and mama gone, probably waiting in the cottonwood tree. then papa descending. i'm trying not to think of the election, dreading news of the grim reaper fascist vallas. wait, we listened to william meader talk about the 7th ray, and now brandon johnson is mayor! fascist vallas go home!