Determination….weakness….fading… The bird sits wearily up. It plucks a couple of broken and bloody feathers, and then cautiously looks around for the one responsible. There is no one. The bird is alone in the middle of a deserted highway. Mystified, the bird picks itself up and shakes the dust from the road off of its mistreated body. One more brief look around is all it spares before spreading its tattered feathers out for the long flight ahead.
-Originally written Wednesday, February 9, 2005 at 9:10pm