Birds on hand

Another dream X-D

In the middle of a clearing, i stood. Pale grass reached my knees. The wind ruffles my shirt as i look up onto the sky, now gray and threatening to pour. two birds came fluttering from one of the trees. They swooped down and did little summersaults over my head.

I lift up an arm and caught a bird, effortlessly. I lift up my other arm and caught another other bird, with the same ease as i did when i caught the first one.

Now, the birds that i snatched did not fret. I studied the them closely. I crushed the one bird on my right, and placed it close of my heart, and the other bird, i set it free.

The grass on the clearing, swayed like the sea.