Literature
eavesdrop
Hush, please, I'm desperate to hear the weather forecast. Will the skies ever clear? When shall I plant the seeds and bury myself in the earth among my fellow weeds? Will the harvest hurt? Hush, dear, we can buy a flowerpot. You can keep me near, on the window, my favorite spot. And there I'll watch the weather change, safe from cold, safe from rain. There I'll hush you again and again, so I can eavesdrop on the latest news from my trusted humming birds.
