She flew in, bobbed to an ungainly halt, tail fanned high for balance
Soft brown, her feathers held a sheen in the sun, she stood uneasily in the remains of collapsed narcissi and their straggling limp leaves
Watchful and ready to flee at the slightest wrong movement, settling took time
Assessing the safety of her surroundings, with eyes wide open, she bent forward and pecked in the soil of the weathered plastic tub seeking nourishment
Amidst what green survived she found sustenance to keep her strong until her young and she might move on.
CLP 20/05/2018
Journey of Words 