The Library

I sit at a table, reading a book. Then Annie gets up to have a look. She sees through the window, a brightening sun. She laughs at the birds flying one by one. We rise from our table, and join in the laughter, as three birds fly by with another right after. As a stern looking woman peeks up with a frown, we hear a loud “Shh”, and a “Please keep it down”. Once again, I sit at a table, reading a book.