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Silent. Quiet. The bird sits still as i draw the figure before the details. It starts to chirp, like a love song. Romantic, slow, and peaceful. Its talons is deep in the old, cracked wood and looks at me suspiciously, whether or not that I am an enemy or ally. The details it has are beautiful. It is yellow and black, but when it is in the sun, red appears. It reminds me of the sunrise and sunset. In the sunrise, it feels as a new day dawns. Like someone is opening to a new day, a new door, for more opportunities for better or worse. At sunsets, it feels like a mystery. You dont know what to expect. Dark and mysterious is all that matters at night. One can be curious and once it knows, it can’t reveal the secret.
