The Birds

There was a rustling in the tree up above. Then cheeping. A tiny neck poked out of the nest. And then innocent eyes took their first ever glimpse of the world. The boy watched the bird family. How happy they seemed. If he could only join them up in that nest.

A feather dropped from the nest. It fell slowly, like a bubble floating gently in the wind. The feather landed in the boy’s small hand.