spiting man

    He is standing at the bus stop chewing up sunflower seeds and spiting them out, she stands back slightly horrified till she sees the birds gather. First only one, then three, then a flock swarming him, and he smiles and chews and spits and makes a calms purring sound from deep in his throat. It is such a joy to be of service, and such a small price to pay, a little bag of bird seed, and for a few minutes ha was on of the flock, the ever increasing diverse flock. The pigeons and sparrows and starling all jousting each other for his attention, for slightly masticated and saliva mixed sunflowers, he stops spiting a minute of two before the bus arrive. Knowing the time by a well tuned internal clock, the last of the birds are taking flight before the bus even turns the corner. when the climb the steps she decides to sit next to him, to learn his story and to share hers.