Rudy

This bird may be but a few days old, but my kind have circled yours for many centuries. We know your language and we know your tricks. We have studied your bizarre rituals for as long as you have studied ours. If only you carried me with a little more care, you may be buried in a martyr’s grave for your good deed one day. I know your language but you do not know mine; you do not hear me and continue to bumble bounce along some more. Read Rudy.