A nameless bird tale

Night was young when a bird was landing on its nest after a long arduous journey. A journey that lead to a new dimension of a rather short life, the bird's life.

The bird, a nameless bird, woke up in a chill morning to a clamor outside its comfortable nest. "What is that? It is not once in a hundred full moon that this peaceful wood is disturbed by such a noise so early in the morning". Decision was needed, should it stay in the nest, continuing its slumber and pretending that nothing was happening or should it find out what it was all about.

The nameless bird decided to go approaching the sound, leaving its much comfortable nest, and facing the unknown. The bird took a deep breath, spreaded its little wings, and up it went. It flew and flew but not a sign of the clamor's whereabouts. It flew nights and days, passing some beautiful places; places that calling it to come over and have a good rest. However beautiful and tempting the places might look like, it continued the journey to find the clamor. Thunder, lightning, strong wind, and heavy rain, they all tried to make it pause, yet it continued the journey to find the clamor. The bird started to feel tired of it all; the trip, the natural hinderance, and the worldly temptation. Or maybe it was just bored of flying alone?

Lo and behold! Down there walked a solitary tiger. "What a hey, one chit-chat won't hurt at all". And down the nameless bird went to have a small talk with the tiger. Look at those stripes, the strong jaw, bright fur, tight muscle, "what a tiger!"
"Hi, tig...." and woosh.... there went the tiger's big paw to the bird's chest! Fortunately enough, it had enough time to duck and avoided further attacks, however, the paw made it to cut the bird's chest and bleed. It quickly spreaded its little wings and flew up again without even think, survival was the matter.

The bird forgo the sound, the clamor that made it left its comfortable nest. It flew back and went through the same hinderance and temptations. Thinking about its wound that bled. The wound had stopped bleeding, though, however a scar remained. A scar that would be bourne forever. The nameless bird found its comfortable nest intact (,well, coming from some minor damage from changing weather, I suppose, it can live with that).

It arrived when the night was young and full moon was there. The beautiful moon share her light with the nameless bird, it shone through twigs and branches, and touched the bird's scar, a scar it carried from the long journey. So beautiful yet so hurtful.
The nameless bird keeps looking up at the full moon, she smiles down.

The end.