As the wind flies threw my hair,

I dance in glee.

I hear chatter

A little pitter patter

I see a bird,

It tweets at me.

I smile in happiness and dance again

It tweets louder and louder

I dance some more.

The wind stops moving.

I stop danceing

The bird stop's tweeting.

I hear a growl of a dog.

I turn around

I take my bird and start to leave

But sadly... the cat found out. And knocked the thought right out.

Now I do not dance. I do not hear a chatter.

I do not look at the wind as my friend.

My bird, a need-no! A want!

Now gone, I am afraid of that dog.

For it was always..death