It
happened so fast. One moment he was there, chirping and the next, the little
yellow and green budgie was flying out the door. I froze, unable to think or
move as I waited for him to come flying back in to safety. When he didn't
return I ran outside.
No one
had even seen the colorful bird fly out the door and into the dangers of the
wilderness. In a desperate chance to find my best friend, I climbed up a tree,
searching the leaves for the bird. I could hear the scared squawks but I couldn't
tell where they were coming from.
As the
search for him continued, I ran to my neighbor's driveway to try and find him
in the trees over there. I could see the small creature, perched high in a tree
as I forced myself not to cry or give up. I begged for him to come down, trying
everything I could think of. Nothing was working - he was too high in the tree,
too afraid to come down to me.
I
watched as he flew across the street and into a different tree, following after
him. The tears were falling freely now, my vision blurry as I tried to wipe
them away. It was obvious the stubborn bird wouldn't come back to me and it
broke my heart.
A little
while later, my dad brought out his cage and some celery, trying to bribe him
down from the high treetops.
After an
hour or two of trying, I gave up and walked home. This time, I didn't bother
trying to stop the tears or wipe them away. I merely let them fall as I walked
into my room and shut the door.
I stayed
in my room for what seemed like an eternity - crying and shaking. There was
nothing that could help me get over the pain and heartbreak of losing my pet
bird.
Later
that evening, at around nine thirty, I went to look again. I searched the
woods, occasionally hearing him or seeing him. He still refused to come out of
the tree.
After
another hour of trying, I gave up once again and went back inside. It was the
first night t had ever cried myself to sleep and it wouldn't ever be the last.
The next
day I searched again, this time I didn't hear or see him at all. I went home,
crying and I knew that Fareed, my bird for two and a half years wasn't coming home.
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