What do you want from me?

Hello blogger, hello my friends - it's been a while hasn't it? Sometimes life just goes on I guess with little of note to fill it; but that is good from time to time. Saying that I'm now playing catch-up, it's been  a busy weekend, so here's a thought from yesterday.

I noticed them early in the morning as I was doing breakfast and they stayed there all day; watching, looking on, in silence. Motionless but always there like a penance. It is my phobia, well one of them actually, probably the worst. 

I do not like birds (no pun intended), they scare me; I'm alright if they're flying high getting on with bird business, but up close and personal I am so petrified. I have to get away fast, they freak me out and I'll run over anyone or anything to escape them in a blind panic.

I had a nightmare about birds a few months back and it's still etched within my mind. I was at work, walking around when a pigeon flew out of the sky and landed on my chest. This thing is clung on to my chest, flapping it's wings furiously and won't let go. I woke bolt upright in bed, breathing hard, heart racing and scared out of my mind. 

And they are there again today, not as many, but they are still there. What do you want from me?