I met her at a bar, caught her eye across the smoky room and all that. She was all primped and preened, so I bought her a beer. The next three days were a blur of coke, booze and birdseed. That last morning, as I fixed her breakfast, I caught her roosting by the window. I could tell that our time together was ending, so I asked her if maybe we could meet at a park bench again sometime. That's when I caught the look in her eye, knew there was somethng she hadn't told me. I dropped the spatula and asked her "do, do you...?" She couldn't look me in the eye. She hopped out the window and flapped off into the night.
If I don't survive the weekend, tell Zero I love her.