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Baby Bird

I looked at my little world, it was small and dull but it was safe. Big walls of twigs and leaves soaring high above me, keeping me safe cocooned in my home. I can see long branches surrounded by busy green leaves when I look up, and the sky’s blue water paints leak through the cracks in the leaves. The sky. Mums told me about it. She goes there some times, she can be gone for hours but she always brings back food. She told me that when I’m bigger my brothers and sisters and I will be able to go to the sky with her. I’m excited but I’m scared too, what if I can’t fly, what if I fall.

Today, today were going to the sky. We’ve all climbed to the edge of the nest and were ready to go. There’s a bundled knot of nerves in my stomach and my heart is beating erratically as if it’s about to burst through my chest. Before I knew I was the only one left, everyone was singing happily and flying around in happy circles. Mums gaze was on me her eyes expectantly watching my every move. I moved forwards taking a deep breath, closed my eyes and threw my body forward. The air left my lungs and the wind rushing towards me, I panicked thinking I was falling and opened my eyes.
Wow. Everything was so beautiful. The sky was sparkling like blue crystals, there was a luscious green carpet bellow me covered in beautiful shapes and colors, and up head there was a blue circle that looked like sky but it was below, my curiosity got the better of me and I allowed myself to soar forwards with my new flying skills and risked the landing.My feet went straight through, it was cold and wet, this wasn’t sky. My mind raced and I didn’t know what to do I flapped my arms and hoped for the best. The green carpet was rushing towards me, and then everything went black.


There was a pain I’m my arm and my head hurt what had happened, I’d had the strangest dream, I was flying. I opened my eyes to see if mum was back from her trip and dread settled deep into my stomach. Everything was dark and there were horrible scary shadows all around me. This definitely isn’t the nest. I opened my mouth and let out a panicked call; I called and called until my throat was coarse.  No one was coming to get me, my eyes filled with tears. I’d never been on my own before, I spread my wings and tried to fly, as soon as I lifted my wing my worst fears were brought to the forefront of my mind. I can’t fly. 

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