A Gentle Flutter Up High

Blink... A tiny rustle softly stirred within my chest. I looked down... so high up here, perched right upon the arch of the finish banner. Down below, joyful little runners were crossing the blue lanes, confetti floating around. Gently, I shifted my weight from one small felt foot to the other. My wings gave a quiet, soft twitch. I tilted my head, softly nudging the fluttery edge of the orange banner with my beak. It swayed ever so slightly. A quiet, soft coo slipped out... I can move, watching over the festive crowd from my steady perch.