Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BITTERN

My body is spent from being hit by the sun all day. After I eat in the mess hall, I sit on the porch steps until it’s pitch dark outside. Overhead, the porch light attracts swathes of moths and bugs. They buzz with the same sounds they did back home. I like that part.

My fingers move, a block of wood in my grip.

Slowly, a sparrow makes its way out. One of my favorites, a Chipping Sparrow, a tiny brown and white striped bird with a chestnut crown around its head.

They filled the fields in Kentucky, stirring up as I walked through them.

Another bird that doesn’t do anybody any ill, just digs around in the grass and eats seeds that fall from the harvest.

I set it on the porch railing next to the others.

Then, I head inside and go to bed with the lights off this time.

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