this cowboys wife

Sleepily, she raises her head. Shaking lose crisp fallen leaves and even crisper spiders off her tawny crown, she blinks her odd eyes and yawns an enormous yawn. “Goodness! how long have I slept?” Fluffing her feathers and stretching her legs, she makes her way over to the doorway of her modest home. Perching upon the ledge, she stretches her wings and rubs her eyes, blinking in the morning sun. How good it felt on her face and how splendid the breeze that ruffled her feathers! She looked down upon the little folks going about their busy little lives and smiled. Today was the beginning of a new day.