Fragile Life
A bird hit the window where I'm sitting today. I hear this loud *bang* and when I look over there is a cloud of feathers hovering with the snow. I look down to see this small brown bird flopped in the bush below with a stunned look on his face. I rush out to see if there is anything I can do for him only to find that he has fallen out of the bush and is crouched, wings half opened, still stunned on the ground. I pick him up and he stares at me until finally his shivering stops, and his eyes glaze over. He died in my hands, and there was nothing I could do to save him. I hate feeling hopeless.