Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Sunny: the yellow bird

It must have around 6:00 a.m. when Jane tearfully ran into my bedroom.
I was half asleep as she in tears explained how a pretty baby bird had
slammed into her window and woke her up.
She begged me to get out of bed and come see the bird.
I got up and walked into the kitchen when the bird (whom she named "Sunny"
 lay carefully on top of tissues inside a bowl.)
Sunny was already gone.
I promised Jane we could bury the bird near Jimmy's resting place in the backyard.
So, after our Saturday jobs were done we ventured outside and buried Sunny.
Jane picked a few wildflowers which we have dotting our property.
I told Jane that I was pretty sure that Sunny was now
 flying around in window-free heaven.