He slowly gets out of bed; not wanting to face the coming day. Looking out of his window, he sees the outside reflecting his mood. He notices the birds, sitting on the wire, huddled together against the damp. Suddenly, they all take flight; they appear to be heading for his building! The birds wheel about and head downward. It is then, that he notices the little man, dressed in a brown robe. The birds land all around the little man. He blesses them, and they all take off; filling the air with their birdsong. Staring out his window, he smiles.
Musings From St. Anthony's Walnut Tree 
Whew! A nice, happy ending. Well told.
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Thank you.
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A different take, yes. Thank you
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Thank you for your feedback!
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Smoothly done. I like the flow of your words. Calming. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Deafness would be a curse for it is great to be able hear bird song, and it was great to read your take on this weeks prompt. Mike
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Thank you.
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A lovely ending, nothing creepy about the birds.
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Lovely story, Jonathan. Those birds knew a friend when they saw one. Also, perhaps he was feeding them. 🙂 — Suzanne
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