Mahraeel Tadros (11) CREATIVE WRITER
BEWARE THE BIRD.
I jolted awake in bed. My heart racing off-beat. A quick glance at Megan’s bed told me all I needed to know. It must have only been a rotten dream, I told myself.
I rose to pull back the curtains, expecting sunlight. Sparkling specks decorating the darkening sky shone their light down on the street below, with only one lamp alight.
A faint flutter of wings drew my attention. Atop the lamppost, perched the dreaded, creepy bird. I stared at it. Click. Caw. It stared back and flew to my window, inviting itself in.
Unsurprisingly, the warning from before came to mind – beware the bird.
Upon landing on my desk, it began to preen. Starlight lit the scene from the open window behind me.
As I neared the desk, curious, the bird began to waltz. Then it sang:
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Dear Sam,
I represent the flock.
You should’ve drowned in the shallows,
But you’re meant for the gallows.
Tick tock goes the clock.
We all know you are a sham.
With that, the bird lunged at me. Startled, I unwittingly stumbled out the window.
I was falling. Again.
Except this time, I was sure it wasn’t a dream.
