One of my students found her stuck behind a window.
"She's not dead yet?"
"No, not yet"
"She doesn't know she can't fly through glass, someone needs to help her"
"Why is she here? It looks like she's waiting for something"
And then she opened up her colors to us
"Oh goodness, she's so pretty! Let's keep her!"
"But she'll die"
"We need to let her go"
When we took her outside, she flew back towards us,
as if she wished to be inside again.
A few days later, we found her inside again
at the same windowsill
as beautiful as before
but lifeless