Cardinal
Drabble | Spiritual
She accused me of being an ornithologist but I told her it was a little more complicated than that. I didn’t just watch and study birds–they were a divination tool. How they glided across the sky. What each song they sang meant. Whether they’re alone or traveled with others. All of those things meant something.
We sat on the bench in the park. Eyes toward the sky. Following them along as they swam from the open sky to a bare tree branch. A cardinal spread its wings and landed on the concrete in front of us–the bearer of good luck.
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