MKRachel

The cage sat on the porch. For a while, Murphy stood on the step leading to the porch of this run-down house, and just looked at the cage. There wasn't anything extraordinary about it, just thin metal rods, forming a rounded grid house, as one may buy a thousand in the appropriate shops. What Murphy found so fascinating about it was, what was inside. The bird looked, with black eyes, the head tilted sideways, curiously at him. The blue feathers appeared well-groomed, which pointed to it not being out here for long. But, in its much too small cage were neither water nor food. Murphy blinked. The bird imitated him. The chirping lead him to this