Memories

The bird chirped weakly. He held it closer to himself keeping it warm. It was small and broken. He wasn’t quite sure how it had gotten into the Nursery, but he kept it close. Humming to it the same tune that the taller thing hummed to  him.

“sshhhh shhhh.” He didn’t want it to get caught and taken away. He looked more carefully, trying to figure out was was wrong. He felt like it was hurting.

“Shhh…. ssshhh” He hummed again, before its wing fell open, showing the crookedness of it. He blinked. It reminded him of how he’d seen some bigger ones have things bend wrong.

How did they fix those again?

He looked around, picking at the twiggy toys for thin vine and tiny sticks. He did his best to mimic the binding on the wing.

He kept the bird throughout the night, but it was gone in the morning.