I KILLED THE BIRDS

When I was seven me and my sister found a magpie in our backyard with a hurt wing. We gave it worms and turkey... I don't know why we gave it turkey but it liked it. We called him bobby the bird because there's an old Bewitched episode where a big bird comes out of a children story book because magic. The little girl Tabitha names him bobby the bird and we thought it was hilarious. I became pretty attached to the bird. I've always wanted to fly and bobby probably did too but we both couldn't. Then one day I woke up and he wasn't in the pine tree anymore. The night before, I fed him a lot of turkey so obviously this was my fault and bobby was dead. And my heart broke because bobby never got to fly and I didn't have anyone to sympathize with. A couple months later I found a nest in a tree branch above the river with four baby birds in it but I pushed it out of the tree into the river with a stick because I wanted to hold them. The water took them away too fast. And they never got to fly either. I cried for a week and I kept on seeing dead baby birds.

I was wishing I still had bobby because I haven't learned to fly yet and we could have learned together. But then high school ended and I remembered bobby and creative writing showed me he was still alive and that he wants me to learn to fly and to meet him at the San Francisco school of art and that as long as i'm not with him I have to fly the thunder alone but he's waiting for me. And I'm sorry bobby for thinking you were dead. And I'm sorry to the four birds that I killed but this is a tribute to you. I'll make it to art school. I promise.