I saw a tiny being on the ground and I moved closer to see what it
was, I found a little bird hurt and bleeding, hurting my heart .
I took him inside and cleaned his little feathers and fed him while I caressed his little head gently.
He was happy, singing and jumping everywhere, although with a
shattered wing he could not fly. It made me happy to see him feeling better and even thought I saw him smile.
But sadly the next day he didn’t move anymore. This little soul was
flying again, free and happy, but he took a piece of my heart.
I will miss your sweet face, goodbye my little friend.
Good job Blanca, always a joy to read.