DEAR LITTLE BIRDY,
Today another bird flew into my room. I walked in and found you two chirping away at my bedside table.
I found myself smirking, wondering what you were talking about...
Perhaps you were singing? Maybe you were in love...?
I don't know, you must have been little birdy, because the other bird had squeaked at you and flown away through the window.
You took a step forward, hesitating and then flew to the window too.
I panicked.
Were you following it?
were you running away from me?
But you just stood on the sill...staring at nothing.
I don't know why you stayed little birdy...but I love you for that.
Lucy x
