The Bird

       Once a upon a time, a long time ago, I was going along and minding my own business when I spotted a bird.  The reason that I noticed this bird over the others was because of its brightly colored feathers and beautiful singing voice.  From then on I used to travel that route everyday just to see and hear this bird.

        Out of curiosity one day I brought a treat and offered it to the bird.  At first she was shy and would not approach me.  I persevered and slowly the bird got closer and closer until one day she started to eat out of my hand.  I had gained her trust.   From then on whenever I came, she would land on my shoulder.  As the seasons changed and winter came upon us I worried for the beautiful creature.  I picked her up and held her under my coat one very cold day and she understood that I was trying to protect her.  I took her to my warm home.

        She enjoyed the warmth and comfort of our house and would flutter about and sing at all hours.  She truly enjoyed living with me.  Through out the years we became inseparable.  Almost everywhere I went she would go to, right beside me, on my shoulder.  I would tell her of all the nice sights I saw and she would sing to me, in her beautiful voice, of what she saw.

        One day she became very sick.  I picked her up and took her to the doctor.  After a while the doctor came out and told me she was dying and there was nothing he could do to save her life.  He let me come into her room and I stayed with her until she passed away.   On my way home I though of all the times we had been together and all the things we had done.  Along the road I saw a pretty flowered bush and started to tell her how much I liked it.  I suddenly realized how much I was going to miss her.

        When I arrived home, it didnít seem like home anymore without her presence.  I walked from room to room but they were all the same.  I put on my hat and returned to the place where I first met her, in a way I was hoping that she might be there.  As I slowly walked home it finally and truly came to me that I had lost my bird.  All that I would have left of her were my memories of us together.

        Even though I still live, I will miss her to the end of my days.  I hope she knew how much I loved her.

Copyright 2001 Barry Graves