The bird that moved in with me
Jul 8, 2022
A really really short story on survival
On a bright, sunny, winter day
Many months ago,
a bird flew into my home
accidentally
through one of the windows.
Since then I have kept my windows open
even on rainy days, except at night
Hoping that she finds her way out
She lashes about
Crashing against walls and windows
Hoping to escape. Doesn’t.
I am not great with birds.
I am unable to help her too.
Except with food, water
and an adopted home.
She goes quiet for a week.
I sense that she has found her peace
and possibly her home.
But she desperately flutters
In a bid for freedom.
Her name is Pain.
We co-exist now.
She is part of me.
