She had laid eggs a week ago. She looked at them lovingly, waiting for them to hatch. Suddenly, she heard loud noises and felt the tree wobble. The nest she had built with all her energy and love, crumbled, while the eggs slipped off and splattered against the ground. Unable to bear the pain and panic, she flew away looking for new shelter.
They picked the tree up, hurray-ed, and walked away.
Her new home was with a flock of other birds. One fine day while flying, something sharp whizzed past her and missed her right leg by a second. It hit her friend instead, who fell to the earth, dead.
They picked the bird up, hurray-ed, and walked away.
Petrified, she decided to live in solitude. After days, hunger took over and she was forced to leave her hiding and go in search of food. She flew low and could see the city was buzzing with energy and immersed in colour, unlike her. Her journey came to an ungraceful end, as a sharp twine struck her chest, eating into her flesh. She bled to death. Nobody paid heed to her meek, painful whimpers.
They picked the kite up, hurray-ed and walked away.
The humans have taken it upon themselves to never let birds live in peace.
