A chirpy bird on a sunny afternoon, of summer.
Looked here and there for something, for a very long time I thought maybe she is seeking food.
She hopped and walked, wobbly-wobbly. Cute, I’d say.
What was she looking for?
Something for her nest?
I was stunned and I smiled to see, she picked up the string of a broken kite, right behind my colourful window.
So, I guess all broken things aren’t just trash.
The kite was color-drained and wrecked.
Still beautiful for that bird.