Recently fledged birds look more or less like their parents, except they follow around their mirror image with their mouth open, screeching for tidbits. They do not know the facts of life: do not go into the kitchen; that cat is not your friend; the square of sky behind the house is really glass, and will break your neck, judo-like, with the force of your own vitality. Swing wide past the corner.
in the parlor and porches:
learning not to die.