BLACKBIRD by Erik Morsink
Sara and Henry were sitting on their balcony. A garboil of birdsong swelled and shook the trees behind their house. They saw crows, doves, a little bird with a yellow tee-shirt and a blue jacket, and once a flash of red.

Unnoticed, the black one with the yellowest beak had been up on the gutter. "Look! That one was spying on us from up there." He flew away.

"How do you say 'merlo' in English?"

"I'd have to check the dictionary."

Henry went inside.

He came back out.



Erik Morsink's writing has been published in the Paterson Literary Review and elsewhere.
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