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The Blue Bird


by Erika Byrne-Ludwig





The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he smiled, a little mockingly, trying to copy my voice with his chirruping. In late autumn, a cold wind came to ruffle up his feathers. He started to cough. Time to leave. A warm landscape was waiting for him far from the flu. With a wing signal and a blink of a mischievous eye, he said au revoir to me.
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