The Birds House
Broken... on the floor...
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.
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Jessica Pedraza Nicanor
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