The wind howled, leaving lofty trees barren of leaves. It
was tall and it was fierce and on a little branch laid the nest, it was small
and it was scared. Twigs weaved in and out, inside lay a small egg. Small, oval
and lonely. It's only perception of the world, the only thing it knew, was its
enclosure. It shook for days and yet the light remained dominant leaving hope,
wonder and awe. A crack appeared and a screech erupted.
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