when the morning is about to break
the sky a navy blue
hung with obscure dark clouds
the rain falls without warning
on the face of the earth

an injured bird flies to the 5th level
of a high-rise flat
did it think the owners of the flat were kind souls
or did the creature just try its luck
perched on the kitchen window grill
the black bird took its chance
and flew into the kitchen
seeking a refuge from the rain and pain

the bird tried to take flight when my father touched it
its wings flattered for a while
before all movement was ceased
either too much rain had gotten into its wings
or the poor animal was injured
we brought it out of the house
and lay it near the balcony
leaving it to fend for its survival
with the hope of it recovering and finding
its way back home

a few days later
as fate would have it
a black object laid in the middle of the car park
i was on my way back from school
a tremor grew in my heart
as i advanced towards the area
there the bird was
lay dead on its side, i couldn't see very well
it was a black bird
its wings were laid in a funny way
and its internal organs had spilled out
i cringed with horror and sadness
my emotion throwing me back to
the recollection of the bird that came into my home
i screamed and ran away from the sight