A Wing and A Prayer

The little bird was dying...

And, he didn't know what to do.

Greg wondered what had happened to it, as its tiny body flared below his feet, squawking nonsense, behind a wooden fence.

He'd just been passing by, on his way to the grocery store.

The little bird had caught his attention, and here he was now.

"Where's your family?"

"tweet. tweet. tweet."

"What's wrong with you? Did you hurt your wing?"

"tweet! tweet! tweet!"

"Why is there blood on your feathers? Can you not fly away?"

"tweet! tweet! tweet!"

"Are you scared? What's-"

The body was uncovered, tarred.