Something That Took the Form Of A Bird

[poliphilo]

My mother, who has taken to her bed though she's not particularly ill, called me into her room and said she'd seen a bird fly across from one closed window to the other and would I do something about it.

I looked. I couldn't find a bird. Not even a dropped feather. It's not entirely impossible it was a flesh and blood creature but if so it's been remarkably quiescent ever since- and that's not normal behaviour. Trapped birds don't hide; they flutter.