The Grieving Bird (complete)

A short story i created for one of my class projects

Silvery flakes
drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird
swooped down with its marvelous wings touching the tips of the frozen lake. The
beautiful creature was foreign to me. I had never seen something as beautiful as
to what was now my reality. I now lay back in the cloud like snow, wondering of
what’s to become of that bird’s marvelous life and the end of mine.