The bird bent her head to the small, flat dish and
nibbled on a saltine. Beside it sat two pieces of celery which she chomped into
small bites with her sharp beak and which fell from her mouth and cluttered the
ground. Hunger clung to her ribs like a safety blanket, her narrow bones
protruding at odd angles.
Her mother landed beside her,
offering her the full course she held in her talons.
“Eat,” she said, but her daughter
turned to the celery and continued her slow chomping. “Please,” her mother
begged.
But instead the girl straightened from her meal and
flew away.
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