Its raining outside.
Even though its too dark to see,
I can clearly hear the raindrops falling against the window.
The big tree outside is dancing with the wind.
My heart goes out to the little bird nested in the tree.
Would she have been safer inside ??
I wonder...

"Be careful my dear little bird"

The rain is getting fiercer.
The lightning flashes by, following a thunder.
I hug my blanket closely.
Its warm.
I should have brought her inside before the rain.
Would she have come with me?
There's food and warmth inside.
Will the little bird leave her tree?
Won't she get scared during the lightning and thunder?

"Be careful my dear little bird"

I want to bring her inside.
But i am too scared to step outside.
I wished for the sun to rise early.
Soon i fell asleep to the sound of the water drops hitting the window.
I woke up next day to a bright morning.
I hurriedly opened the window.
A soothing warmth from the sun hit my face.                                                            I welcomed the sunshine with a smile.
Soon after , I immediately searched for the 'little bird'.
There was only an empty nest.
As i turned around, a thought crossed my mind.
The dear little bird...
Was it my imagination?

"Am I the Little Bird"?

Author : An Naz