Birds

There are two birds in our flat who look over us. One sits quietly in the bedroom, not unnoticed but very small and still. The other glares garishly by the bathroom mirror.

 

The little bird I found in Cambridge, years ago. Every now and again I pick her up, her cool body held in my palm. The flashy bird comes from London. She makes the calming white of the bathroom glow with her crimson feathers.

I hope the robin returns to the garden this winter. I thought I saw a flash of orange last week.