The ruby red bird.

The ruby-red bird.

I looked and saw a ruby-red bird with a broken wing on the ground, but she would not sing. So I took her home and put a sling on her wing. A few days later, she was playing on her swing and singing. Then I looked down at my ring, which had a little red bird on it. I let her go, and it hurts to see her fly away into the sky. The next day, she was sitting on my window pane in the rain. I guess she came by to say hi. She stood there every morning, and I guess she didn't have the heart to tell me goodbye. She just wanted her cookie and it made me want to cry.