Friday, October 11, 2013

Story number 2

I stepped outside to enjoy a nice cup of coffee.
I saw  this bird that was beautiful to the eye.
I tried to feed it but yet it flew away.
I tried to take pictures but it flew away.
I came outside to look at it and it flew away.
I don't know why it wont stay, but I wish I would.
I have never seen anything like it before.
Then one day I was outside and I saw it.
It was a feather the color of the bird I once saw.
I found a trail of them and followed it.
When I got to the end of it I found out why.
This bird belonged to someone else.
I was sad but I knew that me and that bird had a connection.
And then everyday I would see the bird sit there.
It would look and then he would fly away.

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