red bird, red bird, sitting in your tree.
won’t you come and eat breakfast with me?
on a snowy christmas eve, you can snack on seeds,
while i devour pastries, and other hearty eats.
maybe later i’ll make cupcakes,
and gobble those up, too,
from my pretty pastry pedestal*,
we’ll celebrate anew.
*i am totally cookoo for cocoa puffs over this cupcake stand my mom snagged from
an undisclosed and now untrackable this lovely ETSY shop. it’s perfect and small enough to only hold sweets in reasonably consumable quantities . . . unless i pile them really high . . .