Wheeling Gull Isle His eye is on the sparrow

tzedeq zerach —

a snort leaves saint's black, leathery nostrils; blind eye roving as their good eye purposefully focuses beyond the man that adopts them.

all to eager to act like they are deaf.

to act like everyone in this too crowded den is nothing more than a nightshade whisper.

they are unfortunately tangible.

but saint is content to pretend that they are not, to pretend that they do not recognize their new name. content to be the cuckoo in the nest that they were.