The Singing Bird


She is child, maiden, trusting, playful and curious. She exists without burden and full of hope. Her thoughts are the thoughts of innocence and tree climbing. She peers towards the horizon from atop her perch and sees a landscape full of beauty and potential.

A small bird sings on a nearby branch and she imagines it’s singing to her –a song of happy wonders. Its color delights her and her senses tingle with the beauty of it. The maiden daydreams that she’s flying like the singing bird -soaring up, up, up to greatest heights beyond measure and then racing and swooping -wind blowing through her wings; she dives towards the lake and snatches her meal from its glossy surface.

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~ by Sarah Ann on February 5, 2007.

3 Responses to “The Singing Bird”

  1. Interesting perspective shift. Mysterious off-screen action. Love the transformation–very strong.

  2. I enjoyed this very much.

  3. I’m glad you both enjoyed it. I really like the storyline but really dislike the way I executed it. Ahh well, I can’t let the perfectionist in my get the better of me all the time. All writing is worth it.

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