9 Jan 14
A bird struck the sitting room window and dropped straight down. It lay on its side, orange beak pressed into the snow. Her body, a pale Cardinal red, vibrated as if the sound of the crash reverberated along nerve endings. Her tail feathers fanned, moved slightly. Her legs slowly uncurled from her breast, stretched, extended. Her pale claws unfurled. Her fanned tail folded closed. The winter wind tousled the crest on her head.