Ossie was going to give me away. I was picking strawberries
but I was also listening to the conversation in the summerhouse
and they did not know that I was there.
Ossie left his perch and swooped down over me, snatching off
my straw hat. I left it untied. It was a game we played.
At least I thought it was. Ossie wanted the nuts
he knew I had for him in my pocket.
Cesca said that we had flaws, we were little and insignificant in
all the grand cosmos but that that wasn't necessarily negative.
What was important, she said, was that we were a part of this magnificent complex.
We were sum and ingredient. Base and apex and base.
That's how she saw us, I think.