Summer Morning
By bob
A small bird sits on the window sill patiently,slowly spreading its wings, it is ready for take off.With a quick flap the bird is soaring through the sky,Below the ground quickly disappears from view.The sun begins to rise from behind the mountains in the east,As the bird floats steadily in front of the light.Voices begin muttering, car doors slam,as the street fills up with the noise of the city.A short period later, the street quietness once again,the bird dips gracefully back on to the window sill,and begins to wait patiently again.The quietness places the bird in a gentle sleep,the cool breeze brushes against its black feathers.The bird slowly closes its eyes and remains still,the bird descends to the ground motionless, coming to an untimely death. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 10:51 AM PST 0 • 10
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"A small bird sits on the window sill patiently,slowly spreading its wings, it is ready for take off.With a quick flap the bird is soaring through the sky,Below the ground quickly disappears from view.The sun begins to rise from behind the mountains in the east,As the bird floats steadily in front of the light.Voices begin muttering, car doors slam,as the street fills up with the noise of the city.A short period later, the street quietness once again,the bird dips gracefully back on to the window sill,and begins to wait patiently again.The quietness places the bird in a gentle sleep,the cool breeze brushes against its black feathers.The bird slowly closes its eyes and remains still,the bird descends to the ground motionless, coming to an untimely death...."