Milt’s Blue Bird – Color Pencil

“The clapboard shack belt buckled to the hillside – had a tired lean to it. Real blue smoke always chugged from the chimney. Each time I visited Milt’s home place; pleasantly – I was always greeted with a gun. However on one visit though, Milt greeted me standin in the doorway,. “This is my bluebird” he said,” aint she a bute. She’ll holer – ya she’ll holer real keen.” The bird he was holdin’ was a common black bird. I never did quite figger that one out.” -Paul Murray-