The Kids That Don't Grow at the Boo Radley house buried a bird in the front yard last November. The grave isn't in their front yard exactly, but on the outer rim of the property where it meets the asphalt of the road. You can see it if you walk or drive by. Months of rain and traffic and visitors and dogs have changed and altered the grave site.
I saw the Kids That Don't Grow in a different part of the neighborhood last week. They were standing at the edge of the road looking down a ravine. Another bird had flown away and was in the brush.
There's no fresh grave in the yard.
Fly little bird, fly.
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