Robin

I was at Pam, Brian, & Drew's house for the weekend. 

On Saturday morning, we were sitting at the kitchen table
watching the robins in the tree.  

All of the sudden, one flew right into the window!

What a horrible thud we heard!  

I looked down on the ground and saw the poor bird laying there,

in an awful position with one wing stretched out;

I was sure the wing was broken!  

The bird's breathing was rapid,  its beak opening and shutting  quickly.   

Then he (or she) flexed his legs and got pretty quiet,
and we figured he was dead or nearly dead.    

We looked out again and again, hoping to see some improvement.   

All of the sudden the robin righted itself up, closing it's wing!  

But I was still pretty pessimistic.

The robin sat there in that position for quite awhile.  

That poor bird hit the window with a stong enough force
that left a little piece of him on the window.     

After yet another look out the window,

Pam  excitedly exclaimed that the bird had flown away!  

Wow!