It is hanging there night and day. Hungry, cold, and lonely. One of the last it's kind. So sad π’
(Ok, maybe a tad too much drama^^)
It is hanging there night and day. Hungry, cold, and lonely. One of the last it's kind. So sad π’
(Ok, maybe a tad too much drama^^)
Take him home. Put him on your night table... it will sing for you :p