Wagtail

As I wait for my bus. I notice a little willy-wagtail, with black body and a white breast. I find it amazing how it hops around so carefree, without a worry in the word. Just pecking crumbs off the ground and chirping happily, so beautfiul and with such grace. I watch if for a full half an hour, just going about its business, then all of a sudden it spread its wings and flew away. I envy that bird, it was perfect, flawless, was oblivious to the horrible world around it and could just flly away.