What Hell is Like

This morning I was trying to eat my breakfast but there were five sparrows sitting outside my window, all in a line, looking at me forlornly as the stood next to their empty bird feeder. They just stared at me as I tried to not feel guilty about having warm toast indoors while they fluffed out their feathers for insulation. I felt like I shoud drown myself in my coffee. My only saving thought was that the feeder tray was in the dishwasher being sterilized because Mr. Squirrel had knocked it into a puddle of slime and algae. They now have two full feeders so that I can go guilt-free for the next couple of days. At least they don't cry like cats and dogs do.