The Sparrow

It flew in unexpected. In the bus we were few people, everybody was going to work. The morning had just rose and our brains were sleeping till the moment in which it put us out of the apathy. The Sparrow. Obviously it was hiding under a seat in search for food for it's tiny body. His feathering, brownish, has been risen from the air in the lungs.

The doors had just closed, and the wheels detached themselves from their static position. Then it jump out in wild horror – the free creature, which we were kidnapping, we, the bad people.

It was hitting the glass with the small nib, like those fat insects, which also enter the public transport during the summer. I felt sad while I was watching it, I wanted to catch it and let it go, to fly in peace.

I wanted to be savior. As probably were the rest of the people around me. To be Noah, who lets the pigeon to bring the good word. I wanted to let the freedom where it belongs, and that mean to be namely outside.

It stand on the holding lever above me. It was watching around with wildly spinning head. I left my notebook aside and tried to grab it. Slowly, without sharp moves, I didn't want to scare it. But I myself was shaking from fear. If I catch it and squeeze it stronger than necessary? If I injured it and after that it couldn't fly? My hand started to tremble.

The sparrow felt me. The animals fell the fear, the cowards, even if they are noble minded. They run from the cowardly people like from plague, because they infect them with horror. My hands had almost reached his body when it clapped with wings and flew to the back side of the bus. It charged itself so fast, that there was no doubt that I had plagued it with my fear.

I heard it's thudding in the back window. Hollow hit. I turn myself to the people on the most back seat. One of them ran away from the birdy, as the other reach his hand and caught it gently. It was still stunned and didn't understand what was happening, it didn't fly. The man stood up, he was limping slightly with one leg. The bus was just arriving to the bus stop, the door opened and he let it free.

I heard only far grateful singing. And I wanted it to be for me, but alas it wasn't … The sparrow sensed my fear and ran away. The animals can't stand the cowards, even the noble ones. They infect them with fear, which kills them. In it's attempt to fly further from me, the sparrow injured itself. Or maybe it was a sign from destiny to scare it, I confine myself when I think about this event. Because through me, it found salvation in others' hands.