Bye, bye birdie.

Date: 12/24/2016

By Gary425

we had a bird (a pet bird?). It was outside and it fluttered around like a butterfly. We would try to catch it with our hands. When we occasionally did, we'd throw it, assuming it was dead, on top of this roof only to have it fly again. After several more unsuccessful attempts to catch it again, it flew off and a hawk flew after it and caught it. I saw hawk fly of with it and could hear the bird crying out as the hawk finished it off, taking its life. I felt sad.