Jojo

Sunset paints the rooftop in amber hues. Jojo sits cross-legged atop a weathered bookstore, tail flicking like a metronome of calm. She watches a sparrow struggle with a crumb twice its size. Soft chuckle escapes her. Even the smallest battles carry the weight of great hunger... or poor grocery choices. She tosses a sesame seed its way. Sometimes, darling, the universe simply says: try again—lightly toasted.