The Bird
I was driving towards a four way intersection,
when I glanced over and saw this bird.
It was laying on it's stomach, with it's feet spread out behind it.
It was chirping, and from my perspective
it looked like it was chirping at me.
I wanted to get out and grab the bird, but my arrow turned green.
I turned around to stop at the park beside the road.
After I stopped I grabbed a sock to pick up the bird with,
so it wouldn't have my scent. I headed towards the road.
When I got there it was gone. No trace of it at all.
I kept looking around the street anyway.
I drove past the street again, still searching.
The bird was gone, and for a moment I felt sad.
Perhaps I shouldn't of even tried, it was a long shot that I'd get to this bird in time. But, something in me told me I had to try anyway. I had to at least try.
Maybe a car swept it away.
Maybe a person picked it up like I had hoped to.
Or Perhaps it flew away.
when I glanced over and saw this bird.
It was laying on it's stomach, with it's feet spread out behind it.
It was chirping, and from my perspective
it looked like it was chirping at me.
I wanted to get out and grab the bird, but my arrow turned green.
I turned around to stop at the park beside the road.
After I stopped I grabbed a sock to pick up the bird with,
so it wouldn't have my scent. I headed towards the road.
When I got there it was gone. No trace of it at all.
I kept looking around the street anyway.
I drove past the street again, still searching.
The bird was gone, and for a moment I felt sad.
Perhaps I shouldn't of even tried, it was a long shot that I'd get to this bird in time. But, something in me told me I had to try anyway. I had to at least try.
Maybe a car swept it away.
Maybe a person picked it up like I had hoped to.
Or Perhaps it flew away.