Monday, February 18, 2013

small bird

The freight-yard rumbled as an approaching train drew close. Railroad ties began to jitter from the incoming vehicle that would shortly be taking its rest. 
On that Autumn day when it was fifty-six degrees outside and the Maples were brilliant shades of yellow and gold, a mother-bird guided her freshly hatched child to the edge of her nest. Painstaking hours were spent in culminating this nest. A young girls blanket thread helped to give home to three other young nestlings. 
And the oldest hatchling who was guided towards the edge took the jump.

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