Mornings

The sun rises from it’s distant sleep, the birds chirp in happiness singing wonderful songs. Cars start driving around all over, shops are opening. Lights are beginning to be turned on, animals coming out of their beds yawning as the sun rises. Some people prefer to sleep in, snug in their cosy beds. People opening curtains, people rushing off to work. Well me? I sleep snugly on my cosy hay bed… The bright, summer, morning breeze rushed into my face as I woke up. I rushed to see the new baby bird at the bottom of a tree in front of the fruit store. It's hopeless crying, wanting to be back with its family. I felt so sorry for the bird that I picked it up and took it with me to my hay bed. The morning was still so early that the town clock only struck 8 am. I stayed with the bird all these cool mornings and warm afternoons. Finally the bird that I called Colt. That beautiful crane suddenly flew out with his flock….. no goodbye. Tears rushed down my face as I realised the tree he came from, his nest was being cut down. Now there was nothing to remind me of him…. I run back to my hay bed and lay down crying. Then I suddenly realised that it was there! His beautiful shiny, black feather lying on the sidewalk in front of my hay bed. I pick it up right before the wind gets stronger. It was all I had left of Colt. Soon after winter was over, spring hit and I heard all of the beautiful birds chirping in my ear, bees buzzing all around and the spring festival starting. It was the most beautiful day I have seen since I met Colt.