A Bird Looks Out Below By Alex Elwell ’23
The little bird sat on the branch as small and fragile as its twitching body. It was cold and was singing a slow, open and earnest lark to the other trees and the other small, twitching birds that sat upon them. It was quite cold which made it quite sad. It surveyed the land below and saw a fox scurry across the light snow, imprinting it with impatience. The bird looked and saw it yearned for the fox’s fur and desired even but a semblance of it, a sweater or even a shirt. Something more than it currently had.
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