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The Birds House

Broken... on the floor...

By Jessica Pedraza NicanorPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
The Birds House
Photo by Chris Haws on Unsplash

Every morning I wake up at 6 am,

when you see the mountains foggy,

when we are getting into fall and the trees are yellow, orange, red, and brown,

when you see a little bit of light outside and you need a sweatshirt to go out,

like always I walk 3 blocks to my stop….

I never seem to notice this birdhouse that was not that far away from my bus stop, I can see it from where I am standing….

It looks a bit old but somehow pretty,

I wonder if there were any birds coming to the house or if there were any eggs in it…

The next morning I was standing there looking at the birdhouse wondering if there was anything in there.

From that tiny hole, it seems like a bird won't fit through there.

Is that even possible? Is it possible a bird can fit through there?

I don’t think so… and I thought to myself it was just for decoration, is impossible that a bird would even consider getting in that house.

The second morning there standing at my stop like always,

I found myself staring at the house almost as if it was something valuable, I felt very curious to get close to it, I could not get a step forward, something seem to stop me. I look to my left and my bus is coming I drag my eyes to the house again and I see a bird leaving the house...

Somehow I felt worried about the bird's house...

On the third morning, I got close to the tree, and to my surprise inside the house, there were 3 eggs laying on nests incubating, to see that I was so heartless towards the house made me feel a type of way that I can not explain…

Coming back I got out of the bus I felt the need to go see the birdhouse and take it to my house and maybe go buy bird food…

I walked towards the birdhouse and my heart sank, I felt a pain in my chest and a knot in my throat, tears started rolling down my cheek… when I notice the birdhouse was on the ground broken so as the eggs.


About the Creator

Jessica Pedraza Nicanor

Writing is about sharing any type of emotions and thoughts the writer has to share with the public. I share my writing with only one purpose, let my feelings through my writing relate, help, and inspire someone out there.


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