Birds-eye

Birds-eye, part 2

Now that I'm out here, I'm starting to regret my decision. I mean, there's nothing much I can do about things anyway, 'cept flutter around in a panicky manner, which she'll never pick up on, unless she is an ornithologist. So if I wanna alert her to the guy lurking near the window, I have to think of another way to do it. It's hard to spot him as it is. He's hiding well within the shadows and all I saw was the tiniest movement when he stepped a little further from the windows. She, on the other hand, remains complety oblivious of his presence. She is staggering through the shingle, as far as her stilleto-heels allow her. What can I do? I might throw myself up against the window just to create a diversion but in the end it probably just make matters worse. Moreover, the window looks likely to break before I would and then there'd be real trouble.

Finally, she has reached the door. I brace myself as she opens it, but she disappears into the dark. Maybe I should fly in after her? Oh no, there's an ominous smell in the air! She'd better not have taken me to a cat-infested place, cause if she did, this is the last she'll see of me!


Previous parts:
Birds-eye, part 1