DS
Better once than never, for never too late.
Dimly lit alley. Brick walls surround me on three sides, much like the contour of a peninsula. Tall and formidable. I am able to turn and go without feeling restrained, a couple of steps backward would have done the trick. Instead, I am enthralled by a group of small black feathers at my feet. I begin to scatter them with the bottom of my sandal, shamelessly spreading them into an even pile on the gravel floor. I come to notice that the feathers that I am so carelessly displacing belong to a baby bird, that I had just injured.
