Nicoleta Panoiu

Dreams of a bird

Once upon a time, not so long ago a bird gotten in to this beautiful world of ours. It was a day of summer, the sun was burning under a few shy clouds scattered by a soft wind, the grass was slightly dry holding herself proud against the soft wind that tickles the spiky heads of the proud grass and the wide blue sky welcomed the little one in to the world that we know. Her home was on a branch of a tree grown near a top of a mountain. Close to her was her father , a strong white bird of pray. Little that the bird knew her mother was killed by so called a human being to be used as a decoration in one of their houses, for them to look at her beauty that in their mind was captured and well preserved for eternity. But the little one is not grown enough to be told that yet.