The Bird

Written by: don munro

Mom looked out the window 
at the bright sun. From where she sat 
on her front porch couch, 
the world outside 
looked cold, 
the kind of cold that 
breaks wood and snaps utility wires. Suddenly a bird 
dropped down,
she supposed from the tree that towered over the front of the house,
and sat 
on the outside window sill. 
She caught eyes with the little, black thing and asked it, 
"Why am I so lonely?"

But the bird 
flew away after only a few seconds, 
certainly not enough time to 
answer.