Unserious postmodern paintings.

The whimbrel had been waiting for the beige to notice it. Not the color — the beige itself, as a sentient, patient…

Reginald had always known he was different — not in intelligence, but in presentation. While his kin rooted in mud, he studied…

The coot had been quietly furious since Tuesday, when the duck stole its favourite reed. It did not shout, nor flap, nor…

The bird had been pondering the nature of condensation for three hours. It concluded, with the quiet certainty of one who has…

The seedeater had been told it was radiantly average, and so it believed it, sitting still as the light did nothing to…

The prairie dog had been haunting the burrow for three days, not with moans or rattling chains, but with an inexplicable urge…

The snake had been promoted last Tuesday after correctly filing Form 7B in triplicate without being asked. It didn’t speak, but its…

The siskin had been there for three days, according to the clock on the wall, though no one remembered letting it in.…

The oropendola had agreed to wait. Not for anyone in particular, just for the moment the attic stopped pretending it was a…

The stork had been promised a promotion to Chief Messenger of the Northern Vale after delivering three perfect letters in a row…

The snipe had been told it was moderately infinite, which it accepted without surprise. It had stood in this exact pose for…

The axolotl had been asked, three days prior, whether it knew the meaning of life. It blinked slowly, then said, 'Probably not,…